Feeling like Phil when I make the play I light the streets where you are I did not come here from nothin' I need a whole lot of money Crossing these hoes out to featherweight Putting your bitches on layaway Niggas they know me from stuntin' All of my

Some fun out of life But when we want to sing, we sing You can do your betting, we're getting When we want to love, we love When we want to kiss, we kiss With a little petting, we're getting When we want to work, we work When we wanna play, we play

Can I be him? When the lights come on and I'm on my own Can I be the one 'Cause a light came on when I heard that song and I want you to sing it again I swear that every word you sing, you wrote them for me Will you be there to sing it again? Like it was

A next man have you gal when you missing Yo frata (back to life) me wa go (back to reality) Me wa go (back to reality) Listen, you can get pum pum a prison Stay far from war that a coppa And led you can't get head when you dead. The food a shit, bed

My destination Your destination And feeling the way I do Wouldn't last mile without you When I'm losing the way The things that you say Take me there Is by your side Right by your side

Treat me sweet and gentle when you say goodnight Just squeeze me but please don't tease me I get sentimental when you hold me tight Just squeeze me but please don't tease me Missing you since you went away Singing the blues away each day Counting the

Your loving takes me higher You set my heart on fire When you touch my body got me singing like Mariah There is no denying, your kisses keep me flying When you touch by body got me singing like Mariah Singing like Mariah You make me get up, get up like

Believe me Baby now I love you the best When I by myself I poke out me chest Over lovin', lovin lovin, can't stop loving you The Calypsonians were all gathered together, singing such a mournful tune I don't know if it was in the summer time could be the

But don't ask me what I think of you I can't help about the shape I'm in I can't sing, I ain't pretty and my legs are thin I might not give the answer that you want me to Now, when I talked to God, I knew He'd understand He said, "Stick by my side and

A Merle or a Willie If not for a Django and Jimmie The Django and Jimmie Has Mississippi A young singing brakeman A jazz playing gypsy Might not have been I'm a kid with a guitar Trying to play ?, when they ask