Beside my brothers and my sisters I will proudly take a stand When liberty's in jeopardy I will always do what's right I'm out here on the front lines I'm just trying to be a father Raise a daughter and a son Be a lover to their mother Everything to

Once I get you up there Come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away Where the air is rarefied We'll just glide Starry-eyed I'll be holding you so near You may hear Angels cheer, 'cause we're together Weather-wise, it's such a lovely day

You live in the city You move to the country You live in the hills You stay by yourself You evade all wickedness Still some people they brand you yeah Just because you are rasta You evade all company When you check them in the new spying glass

Thinking 'bout you lots lately Or are you moving along? Have you been eating breakfast alone like me? Have you been filling empty beds just like me? Scared of moving on, but you're already gone I know I'm the stupid one who ended it And now I'm the

You want me I want you Let's go someplace just us two You touch me I'll touch you Undress me and I'll turn you Upside down and spin you round and round And make you mone So why don't you come be my lady? If you would come be my lady I'll take you where

Nothing can come between us if you just hold, Hold my, hold, hold my, hold my hand, hold my hand 'Cause I been there before and you've been there before 'Cause I can make it alright till the morning (Hold my hand) Akon and MJ oh yeah yeah This life don't

I don't know what And I know we Both had someone that we just kept from And they still think that they're the only ones I like the way we hang but it ain't belong We know the feelings they don't know She would do if she knew That you were comin'

But just put those colors on, girl Come and paint the world with me tonight Come and play along with me tonight Trust me, I know life is scary You gotta learn to let go, put the past behind you Trust me, I know, the ghosts will try to find you I used to

You'll understand why God made A couple guys in first class on a flight From new York to Los Angeles, Kinda making small talk killing time, Flirting with the flight attendants, Thirty thousand feet above, could be Oklahoma, Just a bunch of square

I can't give you, what you think you gave me It's time to say goodbye to turning tables I can't keep up with your turning tables Under your thumb, I can't breathe To turning tables I won't ask you, you to just desert me Next time I'll be braver I'll be