One love, one love, one thug One nation, twenty-one gun salute I'm hoping my true motherfuckers know This be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds, up in the studio, getting blowed To the truest shit I ever spoke 21 gun salute, dressed in

I wanna sing you a love song I wanna rock you in my arms all night long I wanna get to know you I wanna show you the peaceful feelin' of my home There's a wren in a willow wood Flies so high and sings so good And he brings to you what he sings to you And

I am the one, don't weigh a ton Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street Under the sun, the bastard son Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family By any means, your enemies my enemies We wet them up like a canteen The yellow tape surrounds

Girl flower, girl flower, girl flower, Girl flower, girl flower, girl flower Woman, girl flower, love, first love, This odespertar of a song That ha sleeps sky in the heart, and today fair love to arrive, to amorcantar Woman, girl flower, love, first

Pounding all these spikes in my veins Looking at my thoughts, I take my time Never gonna run away But the pain always gets in the way Slowly watch me die I’m insane, so dangerous Don’t you dare get in my way Throwing in the towel Got me strained, so

Only love, love, love Love, forever Brings us together Only love, forever and ever Round and round and round we go Waiting for the wind to blow Only love can bring us home As we walk the streets alone Waving powerless and blind

Have you ever heard two turtle doves Bill and coo when they love? That's the kind of magic music we get from our lips When we kiss And there's a weepy old willow He really knows how to cry If you should tell me farewell and goodbye Lullaby of Birdland

Girl I’m out here I just finished on you Blowin' these hundreds Better get you wet now Better make you sweat now Ballin’ on you (ballin’ ballin’ ballin’) That’s my baby I’m out of your league, baby For a minute

Slow wind for me Will you wind for me Let's get together Girl I want to be alone with you Just To See what you can do Ow you're dancin' all over me Baby this is like some kind of fantasy

Don't tell me what the poets are doing Spring starts when a heartbeat's pounding When the birds can be heard above the reckoning carts doing some final accounting Lava flowing in Superfarmer's direction He's been getting reprieve from the heat in the