it finally struck like lightning from the blue Every highway is leading me back to you Now at last I hold you, now all is said and done The search has come full circle
[Bret Hart] Without a doubt I am the best there is The best there was And the best there ever will be You know it [Red One] Yo, we walk the path, ring
strange man's face A half pint drunk with a full pint bottle He emptied out the bottle and he yelled, full throttle They passed Columbus Circle doing
Sometimes love is not enough Shakes in the night Kisses so cold Tears I can't cry Stuck in this hole Two separate worlds Heads full of doubt
full of doubt. Why don't we, sit around telling stories, we'll lie to make our lives less boring. What I know, Is you could dominate this circle and
a strange man's face. A half-pint drunk with a full-pint bottle. He emptied out the bottle, and he yelled, "Full throttle!" They passed Columbus Circle
ones who live in shame Mind the missions you fulfill And the people that you kill Mind the net you cast out And the fields full of doubt Mind the circle
a dirty hypodermic needle My vision's clearer than the sights on an eagle Stop them bustin high, bring the head back to my table Don't front, circle circle
Then gone, leaving you with the coldest room, the oldest gloom Warm, won't you be, please be there in the winter Love, precious love, won't you come full of circle
I've got pockets full of rocks and twisted sleepy sheets I don't know what to say - I make death defying leaps towards you everyday until we're orbiting
up and lined with trees There's an arrow directing you there Bright neon orange and flashing It's there to make sure you don't Take on a path that circles
Sometimes it seems Like you've really lost your way When your mind is full of doubt You've got nothing left to say You're going around in circles Like
biz While you claim to know the street when there's a barrel to your cheek Y'all niggas crying like you're sweeter than a box full of Pot of Gold chocolates
one goes out to all the hataz and all the lovers of life...we gonna boogie tonight baby cuz everything comes full circle in this industry and the circles
it finally stuck like lightning from the blue every highway's leading me back to you now at last i hold you now all is said and done the search has come full circle
the kid with the attitude Chip on the shoulder Brick in the whip with the 5th in the holster Purple in the dutchee (un huh) I got a circle full of niggas