the ways of the world That's when You wrote goodbye on a white wall, with scarlet fingertips Oh oh that's when I left Now I'm sitting here in a white
I got wall stream money Gonna... Gonna fins a Mexican to love her in American ways A box pistol fuller has to try to cure me Spit that money Way before
Piano drums and guitars Play a song to the heart But I am tired everyday I need something new to get my feet wet I'm talking deep sweats I wonder how
a white Christmas With every Christmas card I write May your days be merry and bright And may all your Christmases be white. I'm dreaming of a white
sip But the words were slurrin' right offa her lips And it dawned on me white lightnin' hit the family tree Yeah it dawned on me white lightnin' hit the
sendin' up a white flag Damn these circumstance Love is headed for a fall So before we lose it all, oh baby I'm sendin' up a white flag I'm sendin' up a white
the electric slide line just to prove that [Hook] White kids love hip hop White kids love hip hop White kids love hip hooooooop Oooooohhhhhh [Verse 2] White
I?ve live in my mind I?ve walked the thin line Between your and my reality You think I?m crazy My thoughts are hazy But I?ve seen things that you only
as sweet as pumpkin pie Ciroc and sprite on a private flight Bitch I been tight since guiding light, and my pockets white and my diamonds white And
me like button downs on a friday night im so pretty like he on my peddle bike he on my Low Starch he on my echo whites he saying Nicki don't stop you
pressing me like button downs on a Friday night I'm so pretty like, me on my pedal bike He on my low scrunch, he on my echo whites He say, "Nikki, don
my dark skinned sis In my best white mink, say what's up to Chris Uh, how's that for a mix? Got a black president, got green presidents 'Blueprint's' in my white
win then all of ya'll gettin' meetings. Ask LA Reid, ask Jay . Then hit up Universal & see what Sylvia Rhone say . Ask Craig Common, you can ask Chris
a sketch Betcha that you'll never guess who's knocking at your door People hit the floors Yeah, tonight ladies, you gon get divorced Girl, forget remorse, I'ma hit you broads with Chris
not to bother me "Tell Lil Wayne not to bother Weez!" Shawty won't be on my team, she could cheerlead.. Shit, I go, Wayne go, Ice on a white T I make
(Jon Anderson/Steve Howe/Chris Squire/Rick Wakeman/Alan White) In the fountains of the universe (set time in accord) Sits the bouychild Solomon (Ever
get that break Why you ain't stackin' instead of tryin' to be fly? Why is rattin' at an all time high? Why are you even alive? Why they kill Tupac n' Chris