The people found the mountain, Climbed up from that hole in the ground We'd look around until we find, we find Through the cracks in the sky And threatened to fall, And we'll be just fine, and we'll be just fine. Still I don't believe, I don't believe.

I used to be down, I fucked around and I got rich I'm driving foreign whips, spent a hundred on my wrist I might take your bitch, private flight, take a trip Your bills be stacking up while I'm stacking up my chips Your bitch on my dick, when she see me,

I've got the world on a string, sittin' on a rainbow Got the string around my finger Life is a beautiful thing, as long as I hold the string I'd be a silly so and so, if I should ever let go What a world, what a life, I'm in love! I've got a song that I

Tina! Tina! Tina! Tina! A ghost is screaming your name Out of the flames A piece of brain in my hair The wheels are melting Tina! Tina! Bleeding all around Liquid metal through my veins The radio's burning

(Ground beneath my feet) I need that (Ground beneath my feet) to feel that I need that (ground beneath my feet) to feel that (Ground beneath my feet) to feel that, I need that I need that home, I'm coming home, I'm coming home 'Cause it's life that I've

You’re flirting with me, I’m flirting with you Let me feel all on you Annie let’s stop playing around And get you sprung on this Get you sprung on this Annie let me get you sprung on this Yeah, get you sprung on this Let me take you home and dick you

And we'll build this love from the ground up For worse or for better And I will be all you need Beside you I'll stand through the good and the bad We'll give all that we have Now 'til forever it's all of me, all of you Just take my hand And I'll be the

Man I look up to God I wonder if I fell from the sky Will I hit the ground or will I learn how to fly I'm pretty sure you see it in my eyes Sometimes I wonder if I already died That shit get deep, deep, deep Man I swear to God that shit just get so deep,

This is my song for real no doubt I'm feeling on yo booty See the DJ is making me feel thugged out As I walk you to dance floor We begin to dance slow You put your arms around me Players want to play, Rollers want to roll, Ballers want to ball (Ballers

So what game shall we play today? How about the one where you don't get your way? And even if you do, that's o.k., Dinner at eight, that sounds fine, I suppose it means you'll turn up round nine, Bought a bunch of flowers just for her, She says the