It's 'til the day that we die Ride when we ride we ride When we ride we ride It's 'til the day that we die (We used to say) It's 'til the day that we die (Boy I remember what you used to say) Now I look back on the time That we spent and I see it in my

Yeah, really from up in the house Really thumpers in the couch, really say what I'm about Off the block I made a whole onion Heavy hustle got the name buzzin' In the kitchen whippin' tryna gain something Fuck her threw her to my lame cousin Bitches know

So give me the hard stuff The kind that makes you real 'Cause I want the hard stuff When they're throwin' sticks and stones I'm never gonna give you up I'll be there when the storm comes We can cut each other to the bone Yeah I want the hard stuff (hard

Just not seeing right You're a bitter kind I love you so Sour is my mind From what you sow How I let it grow Call them radiant Call them mother's eyes Home's a narrow space for me to find

(Getting in tune to the straight and narrow) Right in on you Right in on you (right in on you) Getting in tune to the straight and narrow Yeh I'm getting in tune to the straight and narrow Right in tune I'm in tune And I'm gonna tune I'm getting in tune

I love you, this old heart weeps for you This old heart of mine been broke a thousand times Each time you break away, feel you're gone to stay Lonely nights that come, memories that go Bringing you back again, hurting me more and more Maybe it's my

Sta 'nfronte a te! Che bella cosa na jurnata 'e sole Ma n'atu sole Cchiu' bello, oi ne' 'O sole mio 'O sole, 'o sole mio Sta 'nfronte a te Luceno 'e llastre d'a fenesta toia Quanno fa notte e 'o sole se ne scenne

You're gonna miss my lovin' (you're gonna miss my lovin') You're gonna miss, you're gonna miss my lo-o-ove Late in the midnight hour, baby (you're gonna miss my lovin') You'll never find, as long as you live Someone who loves you tender like I do You'll

Yeah that's right Twenty-three Twenty-four Twenty-seven

I wanna be, where you are Shit's 'bout to get real freaky I can feel it Na, na, na, na Shit's 'bout to get real Freaky I can feel it In your bed, or in your car On the earth, or up in the stars Even if that means, going too far At your place, or up in