me Time after time If you fall I will catch you, I'll be waiting Time after time Time after time Time after time Time after time
lost, you can look and you will find me Time after time If you fall I will catch you, I'll be waiting Time after time After my picture fades and darkness
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re lost, you can look and you will find me Time after time If you fall I will catch you, I'll be waiting Time after time After my picture fades and darkness
was dead in thirty days John Tyler, he liked country folk And after him came President Polk Zachary Taylor liked to smoke His breath killed friends whenever he spoke
fades) Radio Show from B.I.G.'s album continued: OK after these messages we'll be back with the Mad Rapper and his brother the Mad Producer, after
Bridget what's more tripped out though is they sisters nah, you aint listen, they black, they sisters they momma, named them after white bitches so next time
my zigzag and baby spoked dinglish Reminds me of the supper free, that I bumped in Frisco Same week buzzing another one up in Fresno Hey ya'knaw, it seems that they knew what time
I light a torch and look at a tunnel 'Cause brothers are after what they can see So when I make your moves, yo they be after me And my entourage, will
to you slowly Work til the early mornin As you call my name Verse: After work Im so glad that you called me And we spoke through the night until dawn As we spoke
[spoken, with drums getting progressively louder] Jus' look at them. I tell you, it warms the heart to see the little ones out there. Y' know, it wasn
turn around Everytime I turn my head, man Somebody's schemin' on a bad plan Tryin' to deal a nigga a bad hand One after the other, harassin' a thugsta
out to be the bad guy that I really ain't, bitch so quick to hassle me 'cause I don't see my kids enough, but I make the time to pick 'em up But you find
you closes The only thing I know to say It's been a good year for the roses After three full years of marriage It's the first time that I haven't made
life We're still standing after all Good times, bad times Bad times, good times Good times, bad times Remember the good times Remember the bad times
be in conjunction with the music, I am the music I am the music Let's get started shall we? 'Cause you know it's time gone Every time these n****z
get you dead and half the dead risen I remember when my development was arrested I was doin' time on my mind misguided and misdirected I was sick, so sick if I spoke
With many spills and chills But she'd come down after some wine Which is what happens most of the time Then we sat and both spoke in rhymes Till we spoke
