You can get it if you really want But you must try, try and try, try and try You'll succeed at last You'll succeed at last, mmh, yeah Persecution you must fear Win or lose you're about to get your share Got your mind set on a dream You can get it though

Now I got you in my space I won’t let go of you Got you shackled in my embrace I’m latching on to you I feel we're close enough I wanna lock in your love I think we’re close enough Could I lock in your love, baby? You lift my heart up

Can I give you a little piece of the pie? Shake it, bake this thing for me Cause you just flow so viciously Just Blaze! You know what? You talk too much Hoe get up out my face unless you trying to fuck

I'm getting ready to let you go Oh, I'm getting ready to let you go I have lost my self-respect I'm getting ready, I'm getting ready Oh, baby, I'm getting ready My hands are shakin' My heart's unsteady Oh, how I once loved you so I know all the magic's

Some day you'll know just how it feels Shattered, cast aside, stripped of your pride Like you were never nothing special Made you feel like another spoke in the wheel While you left me there twice before Lord, I question whether I've had my fill Lord, I

Don't make me wait, don't make me wait To love, to love, to love you Don't make me wait Baby, now, baby, now, don't make me wait Don't make me wait in vain, to love you Can't wait to give you mi last name Don't make me wait, don't make me too long, girl

Hey sexy lady you be fine drive me crazy movin' on, and on, and on Sexy, hot, I love your style girl, put it on me Brian and Tony gold let the ladies know, they got it goin' on Hey sexy lady, I like your flow Your body's bangin', out of control (uh) You

No matter what they say... In the house where nobody laughs And nobody sleeps In the house where love lies dying And the shadows creep A little girl hides, shaking, With her hands on her ears Pushing back the tears, 'til the pain disappears Mama says

Blacked out, like the clouds hanging over this heart of mine Not a shadow of a doubt, blacked out Blacked out, like it was in 1968 Like Johnny Cash any given day Like a Mach 1 Fastback Mustang These Ray Bans covering up my eyes I won't lie, it hurts like

I've got to go where you are Chloe! Chloe! Someone's calling, no reply Nightshade's falling, hear him sigh Empty spaces in his eyes Empty arms outstretched, he's crying Through the black of night If it's dark or bright I'll go through the dismal swampland