fair, cause' the way she move I stare And she was so cool Like the other side of a pillow So baby, let's groove Like an instrumental And she was so cool
When you take it to the side and toss it over there And it ain't that fair, cause the way she move I stare [Chorus x2] And she was so cool Like the
really trippin cause 21, 20 crips and all of us is crippin, cuz We from a different street, all got that different heat But when we move the macs for
: Sonnet I Dreaming from my tower in the air Higher than the trees surrounding close Wondering if men would find me fair, Footsteps down below break
, she was fair-skinned and precious as a child, She did whatever she had to do, it was a kind of a flash every time she smiled. She'd come away from a
your season And had the overfed dead but listened To that high-fence, horse-sense, wisdom... Did you hear that, Bear? Said monkey We'll get out of here, fair
far behind that it don't got the brains to quit it When she blows up she'll scatter cross the hills Lord, Lord When she blows up she'll scatter cross
a little while." Then she told us how times were tough and about how she was thinkin' of bummin' a ride back to where she started. But ya know, she changed
a princess, she was fair-skinned and precious as a child, She did whatever she had to do, she had that certain flash every time she smiled. She'd come
missed a stranger before, like you. She wore lace round her hair and she looked like a queen. With eyes so fair, she was something of a dream, yeah she
there wasn't a trace. A hundred and eighty years later two hot rods drag through the very same place, A half a million people They moved in to pick up
one wore white, But of fear there wasn't a trace. Two hundred years later two hot rods drag race through the very same place, And a half a million people, moved
seven hit your crew, six went into you Everybody gotta die sometime; hope your funeral never gets shot up, bullets tear through the innocent Nothin is fair
your crew, six went into you Everybody gotta die sometime; hope your funeral never get caught up, pain go through the innocent Nothin is fair, brothers
Madeline Usher: [moaning] Edgar: Oh, what of physicians? Roderick Usher: Ah, they are baffled Until today she refused bed rest wanting to be present in your honor but finally she