Whose rock? They call it 'Lover's rock' To make lover's rock You must know a place you can kiss Everybody knows it's a crying shame But nobody knows the poor baby's name When she forgot that thing that she had You must treat your lover girl right If you

Then we'd see the day when nobody died If everyone cared and nobody cried If everyone loved and nobody lied If everyone shared and swallowed their pride Amen I, Amen I, Amen I, I'm alive Then we'd see the day, we'd see the day When nobody died From

Beaten down, dominated by its sound Living my life horrified Nothing will keep this pacified and out my life Does nobody know I'm insane? Growing deep within my head Softly dying, its soul is shed Eating me all up inside This cancer finds everything I

Nobody stands in between me and my man It's me and Mr. Jones (me and Mr. Jones) What kind of fuckery is this? You made me miss the Slick Rick gig (oh, Slick Rick) And thought I didn't love you when I did (when I did) Can't believe you played me out like

Ain’t nobody gonna tell me how to live Been a good man I’ve come to hypnotize The grass is greener Been a good man all my life Can’t stand the feeling, I’ve been so hypnotized The grass is greener, greener on my side You know you love the feeling I’ve

I traveled the world, and been a lot of places Believe me dog, ain't nothin' like home And if you want somethin' done, you gotta do it yourself, you got drama? Who's gonna clap that chrome? Nobody like you, somebody like me When death I'm ready for it in

These days, the stars seem out of reach These days, there ain't a ladder on these streets There ain't nobody left but us these days But these days, there ain't a ladder on these streets These days are fast, love don't last in this graceless age And there

Can nobody love somebody that do not love themselves You are what you choose to be It's not up to no one else So be great, be kind Don't let them dim your light Little girl, watching her reflection As she parts her curls into four sections She says, "I

They want G shit, give it to 'em This is for the gangsters, for the pimps and hoes This is for the dopeboy trappers selling halves and hoes (Since nobody wanna make G shit) Since nobody wanna make G shit I'm a rich nigga like I don't know I can change if

Right here, right here, yeah And I'm right here, ain't nobody gotta hold you I won't leave you baby I just wanna kiss you baby, I just wanna hug you till the end, baby till the end 'Cause I'm right here, ain't nobody gon' control you I'm right here, I'm