got rid of him, they both took the shit hard Shorty played the piano, me I play with white keys Shorty from the south, oh, I think she like me Shorty like 'Pac, me
Can' think of anything better to do Than just sit down at the piano and a write this tune And maybe later Maybe later in the afternoon I'll sit back and relax And think
to the chase Some women were made but me, myself I like to think that I was created for a special purpose You know, what's more special than you? You feel me
they don't sound Haggard They've got money but they don't have Cash They got Junior but they don't have Hank I think, I think, I think The rest is a
Piano Intro: Oh, oh Vrs1: Wasn't it you who left when I needed you? Wasn't it you who kept thinking I would be the fool? Then I heard over you, So, bad
be the hardest thang I ever done Desbite all the ups and downs our love was fun But you cheated on me like twice and it made me cry So I think it's time
the piano with two hands Should've learned Two hands come in handy, it's the way of the world Boy you're not being good to me You gave me a piano with
owe me chips. {Nigga's owe me chips.} And I gots to ride for mine. {I think I'm gunna ride.}[x2] Layzie: Them callin' me Mr. Bill Collector; needin
Artist: Scarface Typed by: escobar188@yahoo.com {*piano sounds*} [Scarface] I don't really remember ... feelin' like this - I wish they can see they
make it beautiful but all i could think of was our last fight i was going to play it on piano have the drums come in real bold but i couldn't think
bullshit They don't want black people to think he drive He think he live (Common) He think he live, he think he cold He think I'm high, I'm in thinker
Don't over think it You don't have to perform for me You want to know how to touch me Well, it's easy Oh, it's like playing the piano Oh, I don't care
piano fall you can hear me coming down the hall if I could just hear your pretty voice I don't think I need to see at all I don't think I need to see
to find the pieces And the absence of cement No one ever told me about the right way to love And no one ever showed me what we're supposed to be made
, I was a statuette Now I'm drunk as hell on a piano bench And when I press the keys it all gets reversed The sound of loneliness makes me happier
that I do 'Cause you don't depend upon all the shit that I use To make my moods and improve {"And you look at me and think, same old face, same old
Read up in your magazine just to see what were about Peep into the case, see me, ask Why that black ass nigga flows over the piano? Droppin it good
