Standin' on the corner Of Toulouse and Dauphine Waitin' on Marie-Ondine I'm tryin' to place a tune Under a Louisiana moonbeam On the planet of New Orleans In a bar they call The Saturn And in her eyes of green And somethin' that she said in a dream

Though I never pray God reigns today Let's be, let's be love And if I never stand on another corner trying hard to be a father If I never need again I'll find that sleep again Oh, once you crawl in, you never come back again Oh, and once you crawl in,

Wherever I go, wherever I go Don't ever let go, don't ever let go You told me that you'd never be afraid of heights If we fall, we fall together baby, don't think twice again Now I'm waiting on the corner in the back of your mind It's a lonely place to

I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world Still hitting them corners on the lo-lo's, girl Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E I'm still fucking with ya Still waters run deep Still

You ain't gotta leave Put you in a room But you can't sleep with me Every time I come and fuck with you You make up all the rules You ought to do it Just because our car's moving Are you in my fucking corner for real? Or, are you plotting to kill?

You can look but you won't find me Keep my hiding spirit shuffling Yeah, the Footprints show the way that I've gone Morning cares for no tomorrow Footprints show the way that I've gone Skip across the dust in the corner of my room While the walls pull

When Johnny comes Marching home again He's coming by bus or underground A woman's eye will shed a tear To see his face so beaten in fear An' it was just around the corner in the English civil war It was still at the stage of clubs and fists When that

It was the last day of summer It was the first of a new romance He walked into her on the corner She said, 'I don't dance' He said, 'Baby let me teach you' She said, 'O.K., when?' He said, 'How can I reach you baby I'd really like to see you again' He

Well the hour of your bedtime's Long been past I can tell when you rub your eyes Won't you run come see St. Judy's Comet Roll across the skies And leave a spray of diamonds In its wake I long to see St. Judy's Comet Sparkle in your eyes

I made a million on that corner I mixed perico with baking soda I graduated from the streets, no diploma Going Donald Trump numbers on the corner Graduated from the streets, no diploma No, no, no, no, no, no These hoes, they like niggas that spend money,