The morning sun Traveler in Time Knowing that there's no rhyme The Morning Sun of Dune In the desert of my life When I'm a million miles from home The holy war's Waiting for

You know it's everything I do There must be something I can do To be myself I just need to hear Somebody say You'll know soon, you'll know soon But that's only when I think of you Some vision that I hold on to Can almost stand competing with the others

Tomorrow comes and goes before you know So I just had to let you know Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful angel Love your imperfections every angle But nothing can compare to when you're naked Beautiful, beautiful life right now Beautiful,

I'm just a brown boy with a bag I got hitters poppin' shit, I'm just poppin' all these tags Come get your issue, we got mags The only time when I'm not fuckin' on your bitch, she on the rag Told my plug I need a pound You know I'm good for it I book a

Its amazing Its amazing With the blink of an eye I finally saw the light That when the moment arrives You know you'll be alright And I'm sayin' a prayer For the desperate hearts tonight I kept the right ones out

Baby, I feel it deep down in my bones There's a part of me no one else has known To the part of me no one else has known When you look in my eyes, I do believe Couldn't tell I was going under Suddenly, suddenly that water Pulls you in, pulls you down

When it was good it was bittersweet honey You made me sad 'til I loved the shade of blue I know you don't want to talk to me So this is what I will do Maybe you're listening So here's one last song for you I'm sending a message to you And I'm hoping that

You know everybody makes mistakes Don’t let me be yours Boy, you think that you know me Oh, but you can’t see my lonely heart That’s when we find out who we are You know everybody makes mistakes, mmm Things look different in the mornin', oh Would you

Mean concrete got you walkin' to a place you know You gon' meet your maker when he hands you dough Late-night creature go a-walkin' with her Head hung low All her features are a talkin' But-a she don't know She don't know High heels clingin' on a

Hallelujah, I just love her so That's why I know, yes, I know Now, if I call her on the telephone And tell her that I'm all alone By the time I count from one to four I hear her - on my door In the evening when the sun goes down When there is nobody else