all past now Forgotten time Gonna make a fresh start Nature's growing into colours, I feel the same inside I'm ready to be the best Spring - the right
he takes them Give him a chance - it won't matter he won't try - he won't get any better I don't care what the papers say The big stone cowboy rules
I don't know if I can do this alone Oh, after all our sweet love is flown I've been a running, I've been skipping like a stone And I don't know if I,
He??? just a little boy lost inside his little world. Will he find his way back home? He??? just a little boy, lost his mind over a girl. Will she
I've been working so hard and feelin' no pain Sure got pains in my head, my legs feel limp Don't want to hear no noise, don't want to hear you cuss I
Boy For Life" No matter what the public say we gon' prove It ain't another MC that could fill ya shoes Cause Biggie Smalls is the illest Realest my stones
over and the winter is here When all that you love is gone The cold is setting in-it will remain here for so long For so long.... Into the stone the
money have I none Oh, but I've got silver, silver in the stars And gold in the morning sun Never could afford no store-bought ring With a sparkly diamond stone
fuck a fine hoe and candy paint the 88 Don't got no wholesale, 'cause that ain't how I wanna run it Here take these five stones and bring a nigga back
biker coming home Whoa! [Guitar solo] We rode into the foothills, Bobby brought the gasoline We stood around the circle as she lit up the ravine The spring
do this? Canibus stupid Retarded, autistic artists You click, perfects target Staff Sargent Canibus talkin' I would not let off the gas Traverse it through San Stone
partner Rob in seventeen and in the Benz And me I'm in a bucket but fuck it, that's how it is, shit I got an ounce about to cut it into stones Next stop
a hot one, ain't no one illa Butter pecan and French vanilla Shit, I'm speakin'- it's true word for realla' Baby girl be like a stone killa' She call
we go, here we go -- attitude Spit the vocals hotter than soul food from baton rouge Come, sharp-tongued like malcolm, on any album Some got chrome like sly stone
[Nature] At the right major 24, I'd done seen it all done it all Some dreams stay fresh and some are spoiled Dealing with time went to spring, summer,
: no walls of stone can man defend when thou thy messenger doth send. The child of God can fear no ill, his chosen dread no foe... ...'Tis not from chance our comfort springs
I wanna be a woman like I dip my cup into your holy spring The diva takes a breath and then she's singing I rub my hand on your Rosetta Stone A little
tried I tried Shrugged off the splintering white bone Teeth shaken out with a stroke Brain running down along spear from the wound in the eye hole Stones
