As the crowd clears from the scene All I see is you and me You're life was gold It always showed I know you will always be there for me Be careful what
Where you said, this is only the start of it You're always on the other side The world is waiting for you On the other side of your window (On the other
a record Go Jazzy, go Jazzy, go I want to be remembered for the songs that I sing Not only for the humor, but for the knowledge I bring To broaden the horizons of others
dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under Big pipes soundin' like thunder Skated by the skin of my teeth I had to put a man in his place last week
the counter to take up the slack `Cause the money tree's light and the whiskey stream's low You ain't worked a week since July You say the gravel pit
record! Go Jazzy, go Jazzy, go I want to be remembered for the songs that I sing Not only for the humor, but for the knowledge I bring To broaden the horizons of others
I was sticking to the sofa, when I saw you on the tube A week of going solo now my heart is feeling so low so I'm overdue Got an asshole for a roommate
the down low (but now people' bout to know me) the signifigance of this is get you bliss and keep you hungry my style never duplicated it metaphores constently while other
say no and walk away, Later that week, you called at my house late at night, I couldn't beleive that was your voice on the other line, You just wanted
shit, 'fore you pass it to me nigga! Just missin them summer jams Summer jams at the Apollo, the Greek Fest-es Brooklyn Queens things and shit You know Harlem Weeks
The Whole Up North A Lot Of People Don't Realize How Cold It Gets During The Winter But Listen... I Met This New Girl Late June Or Early July I Called
increased federal aid, and avert a crippling strike of bartenders and veterinarians throughout the inlan Ire ..." Within the week, jerry lewis had
the name of: STINK FOOT Y'know, my python boot is too tight I couldn't get it off last night A week went by, an' now it's July I finally got it off An
dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under Big pipes soundin like thunder Skated by the skin of my teeth, I had to put a man in his place last week
't be slippin on my literary Sick when I'm gone off that jane first name mary Eightball, ain't no other like this southern brother Crazy motherfucker,
and forget my name See what harvest yields and supposing I'd do the same I planted rows of peas, but the first week of July They should have come up
