'Cause it's all I wanna do Yeah you're all I wanna do, 'cause I can't stop loving you Hey I can't stop loving you Now keep that coming on, let me hear my favorite song I fell from Holy Moses mountain, where love's a slippery slope And all the others I've

Have I been holding on too strong? Is it our heavy handed love Keeping us from moving on? I'm not ready to go tonight Maybe I'm coming off all wrong It's only getting harder Talking to you without falling down And this house keeps getting darker We used

I wanna know, have you ever seen the rain Coming down on a sunny day Someone told me long ago There's a calm before the storm I know, and its been coming for sometime When its over so they say It'll bring a sunny day I know, shining down like water

Maybe I'm dreaming I hope it's not so Somedays' comin', it's comin' I know Someday she'll be here, that's a fact Someday, she'll be coming right back I hope it's not so, but Someday she's comin' back I know You know I'm ready, to see her again When that

What it do, Coming at you live, it's your boy big Snoop Dogg Got my nephew Soulja Boy in this mothafucker We need you to move like pronto, like expeditiously, Matter fact Soulja Boy, holla at 'em nephew. Pronto, pronto you know it how we ball She dancin'

We don't bleed when we don't fight 'Cause I won't run No, I won't be no runaway We got another thing coming undone What makes you think I'm enjoying being led to the flood? And it's taking us over But I won't be no runaway We've got another thing coming

(Momma can you carry me?) To the early morning I wanna make it right My faith is buried somewhere underneath the town (Until it’s paid for) Strawberry season, my sweetheart is coming ‘round (After it rains and pour) How did you find me here? It must be

From the unknown I ran away, I don't think I'm coming back home Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa Like a crawlspace, it's a dark place I roam Ain't no right way, just the wrong way I know I problem solve with Styrofoam My world revolves around a black hole

Home at last Oh Angela it's a long time coming They raise you up just to cut you down When you left this town, with your windows down And the wilderness inside Let the exits pass, all the tar and glass 'Til the road and sky align The strangers in this

Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the south-land I miss 'ole' 'bamy once again and I think it's a sin Well I heard Mister Young sing