Musso: If I were a rich man With a million or two I'd Live in a penthouse In a room with a view Mitchel: And if i were handsom(no way) It could
, NBC on the track, word! If I were a rich man, with a million or two, I'd live in a penthouse,in a room with a view, And if I were handsome, well it
Diamond, diamond Shinin', shinin' Ooh boy You so fine Gotta be the finest thing That I seen in my life I will pay whatever Just to get a better view
The Solid Time Of Change Anderson/Howe A seasoned witch could call you from the depths of your disgrace, And rearrange your liver to the solid mental grace
Ahh Other Other, 'ther A seasoned witch could call you from the depths of your disgrace And rearrange your liver to the solid mental grace Achieve
to be a PSA The million in the ceiling is for a rainy day I cut it, than whip her like she Annie Mae Praise God, I escaped by his amazin' grace, nah
recognized Oh, and my senses newly opened And I awakened to the cry And the people have the power To redeem the work of fools From the meek the graces
A waltz when she walks in the room She pulls back the hair from her face She turns to the window To sway in the moonlight Even her shadow has grace A
, I'm in this place I feel this way, I feel the same Is it all inside my head? Is it all inside my head? I view the my lips and take my pick I view my
these broads start some lickin', we just might end up with yours Step in the club it's on Nevertheless gonna find the somebody I could sip on A seat with a view
I used to be in search for beauty Used to be in search for grace Now I see your lakes and forests You have put a smile on my face Once I thought I'd
I dream of Heaven I dream of Heaven I dream of Heaven Yeah High time we made a stand And shook up the views of the common man And the love train rides
's so deep And I want to snap, out, you, 'Cause I like to move thee Click on over here, baby, the color of your face Expose your beauty and grace Ow
the mic since high school Fuck who like who, fend to not, niggas, trifeful Plot cycles to get dough, it's so delightful Criminal IQ's, spiral convo's with the sky view
, won't stop addicted to this new shit Brand new convertibles, I'm so roofless Front row fight night, see how big my tube is Fuck HD nigga, see how clear my view
since high school Fuck who like who, fend to not, niggas, trifeful Plot cycles, to get dough, it's so delightful Criminal IQ's, spiral convo's with the sky view
blood and it's framed with his glory This beautiful picture of grace The ashes and ruin That once filled the picture Had vanished and faded from view
level Where the love's much thicker than the stares of my devils So whether or not this is a dream or reality Let me appeal to the graces of His majesty