Is your heart filled with pain, shall I come back again? Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight? Are you lonesome tonight Do you miss me tonight? Are you sorry we drifted apart? Does your memory stray to a brighter sunny day When I kissed you and called

Wine fi the money now You dun rich, you dun rich, gal Me nah leave you lonely Keep you by my side Nah make you walk in the sun baby Big fat Benz yah drive Gal ah Calabar beach Nigeria Jamaica Sandals The life weh me make you live

Where's LA? Whatever happened to the city we knew? Tell my mother, my brothers My father, and others In an old apartment Down in the garden I was born on a sunny day When the riots ruled the streets like a Sunday parade

They put their trust in us They're gonna be like us Sunday morning, I heard the preacher say Thou shall not kill I don't wanna hear nothing else about killing And that it's God's will 'Cause our children are watching us So let's learn from our history

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas The sun is shining, the grass is green The orange and palm trees sway There's never been such a day In Beverly Hills, L.A. But it's December the twenty-fourth And I'm longing to be up north Just like the ones I used to

Hey, look at lucky me Lady luck shows my love me Oh, when she blessed me with your loving charms I've found my place in the sun With heaven right here in your arms I feel so lucky, so lucky baby Oh, lucky to be loved by you And I wanna thank you, thank

African idea Make the future clear And we are the scatterlings of Africa Copper sun sinking low Scatterlings and fugitives Hooded eyes and weary brows Seek refuge in the night They are the scatterlings of Africa Each uprooted one

Everybody we know does That's what we do, that's what we love That's how we were raised, how we grew up Runs deep in our veins, way down in our blood But everybody we know does Put your boots to the ground 'till the sun goes down Nah it ain't no big deal

Mama said I was bad, I did something to her head. Well, I was born on a Sunday; on Thursday I had me a job. I was born on a Sunday; by Thursday I was workin' out on the job. I ain't never had no day off since I learned right from wrong. And poppa threw

And all the light above it, too All the light under the sun And all the light under the sun Shine just for you (Summer don't turn to fall) Is gonna rise and shine All the light above it, too (Is not just for you) Well, how many subplots you got runnin'