really not much around You blink and you miss it I never knew what life would bring But I always had big dreams I love to play my guitar and sing And
is going down It's looking pretty likely Every morning he wakes Fills his cup and listens shamefully To stories of me Everybody come on down Set 'em up and
Paul Kelly (Mushroom) She was always bugging us Every day on the way home Riding on the back of the bus Every time we tried to kiss She was there right
the storm Oh lord, and gal I got the right tactics to turn you on, and girl I Wanna be the Papa, you can be the Mom, oh oh! Bumper exposed and gal you
but I'm cold. The earth was born in a storm. The waters receded, the mountains were formed. "The universe loves a drama," you know. And ladies and gentlemen
brothers and sisters God has given us a miracle, finally Blackstreet Finally we'll make it through the storm and the rain It's time to give and praise and
And I don't need no center or guard, to get him open (Hold up) I used to run powers and draws Now im trickin with the strippers, the power of the draws And
mistake the arm is behind us Now Bun I've been labeled as a quiet storm And it maybe true But I've been watching a genius at work on this album And without
And this is just a mixtape, Damn (It's more of a dedication, D 3!) And this is just a mixtape, Damn (This what ya'll was waitin' for? DJ Drama!) [Chorus] And
keepin' on, keep on holdin' on The storm consumes all the sun and moon fall When you saw the mega morion, Gregorian Jet and Ru Pauls Extreme case of
fly, you get electrified and fried Fuck around and get your mouth slapped dry You could battle me and possibly survive But you could never see me and
or another Fast cars, cash, money, hustlin', c'mon y'all, Desert Storm Some niggas thug and some niggas is bitch Some niggas'll rob and some niggas'
mashin' like we don't give a fuck And man we sit them twinks on Capri' Classic, Lacs, and trucks And rule number one don't let them twinkys hit the curve And
Paul Don't put me up on your bedroom wall Call me king of the mountain Well, you could say you're Peter Say you're Paul Don't put me up on your bedroom
classy like Cinderella She down like four flats. My baby girl is real She dun weathered the storm and baby down wit me still (Chorus) (Verse Two) Now we at the house and
drums) and Anto man made four I stayed up all night wide awake wearing a mile-wide grin Diggin' the transient city and all that grooved within Played a storm
Get yo' ass off of yo' ass and get yo' ass up on a mission Become some competion Like federal and the dog Young Money nigga we ball Like Kobe and Chris Paul
by the storm. Chorus: I?d rather burn with desire deep in my soul, And love like a fire that?s out of control, and laugh and dance and fall and chance and