A love struck Romeo, sings the streets of serenade Laying everybody low with a love song that he made Says something like, "you and me, babe, how about it?" Juliet, when we made love you use to cry I said "I love you like the stars above, I love you till

I'm living the good life a toast to you now I can't complain (I can't complain) It's all sham pain (it's all sham pain) All in all it's a good life I got what I want I never cared about the money never really needed fame You think it would've changed me,

So baby come with me and be my ooh la la Ooh my my baby don't be shy I see that spark flashing in your eye My heart beats fast 'cause I want it all Take my hand, we can go all night And spin me round just the way I like It feels so good, I don't wanna

Playin' in a travelin' band I want to move Well, I'm flyin' 'cross the land, tryin' to get a hand Seven thirty seven comin' out of the sky Won't you take me down to Memphis on a midnight ride Well I'm flyin' 'cross the land tryin' to get a hand Take me

Ooh why do we, we have to be Enemies, enemies? Forget all the scars All that they are Memories, memories Oh oh I know it hurts 'cause I feel it too I'm so sick of planning all my nights, nights 'Round avoiding you it’s gotta end We don’t have to love

I am your butterfly I need your protection Need your protection Be my samurai I'm a ninja, yo My life is like a video game I maintain when I'm in the zone One player, one life on the mic limited time (Yo Ninja, go!)

I am cursed I sew my eyes shut just to sleep. We're caught in all the webs we weave No sonnet for the recently deceased. They lie awake just to hear you scream Now what have I become? It's more black in my heart. Than the ice in your lungs. Hail elegance

Darkest Lord Your mercy shall I gain Strike the match Prodigia, comploratus Silens, oro Engulf the Earth in flames Regnet exitium Days of warning

Dá tchauzim pra ela Que ela é sua do verbo já era Dá tchauzim' pra ela Que desce e rebola Porque ela é só dela Vai Luquinha, dá tchauzim' Dá tchauzim' pra ela Foi só botar um pezim' na vida de solteira

I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that