There will be no love that's dying here There will be no love that's dying here for me The bird that flew in through my window Simply lost his way And then he flew away Well the death of love is everywhere But I won't let it be He broke his wing, I

oh, oh, oh Mary Mary had a little lamb His bleeks was white as snow everywhere that Mary went The lamb was sure to go He followed her to school one day And that was against the rules He made the children laugh and play You've seen that lamb

Everywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier Everywhere I see, a soldier like me (Guess who's back) I betcha that's how I got some things you ain't got That's called courage, and it don't come From no flick or bottle, it ain't scotch It's not bourbon, I don't

In my solitude I sit in my chair With gloom everywhere I sit and I stare I know that I'll soon go mad Dear Lord above You haunt me With dreadful ease

She is my everything She goes everywhere Kisses that come all the way from China Kinda remind her of memories of Spain If I get lost, you can always find her Standing right beside me in the rain She knows everybody From her sun tanned shoulders Down to

Mogul and they know that Logo on my floor mat Courtside Chamberlain throwback match my Rolex Everywhere I go, flex Vallet park on some loc shit Whole lot of smoke in that 'Rari, that thing potent Burning rubber, wearing cameras, they was undercovers

In my solitude you haunt me With reveries of days gone by In my solitude you taunt me With memories that never die I sit in my chair I'm filled with despair There's no one could be so sad With gloom everywhere I sit and I stare

Everywhere I go Bitches always know That charlie scene has got a weenie that he loves to show (bitch) That charlie scene has got a weenie that he loves to show Lets get this party started Lets keep them 40s poppin' So just get buzzed and stay fucked up

Riverdale, he was there, she was there, you wasn't there I was the same ol' nigga Yeah that trap had raised a nigga How could you blame a nigga? Gold everywhere, gold over there, Trinidad James you niggas Came on the set with hundreds to bet But I still

When her song's on the radio A little crazy with a blue jean tear My baby's hands in the air don't have a care Gets a RayBan's stare just about everywhere we go. Jesus and gypsy soul Yeah, that's how she rocks, that's how she rolls. 'Cause she likes to