about our dreams? it's not a waste of time it's our time don't let it slip away and still we try just passed the point of no return and we hold fast
and somethin Kinda Legs hat the models be seen with strugglin some pretty brown eyes and I seen them cuttin In my direction, but I mean it's nuthin If you have another
So this is Paul's response to end the myth That says the day of the Lord, is in our midst Don't let anyone deceive you I beseech you Hold fast to the
at a fast rate, ballin in the fast lane Hustle til the mornin, never stopped until the cash came Live my life as a thug nigga, until the day I die
is funky like skunk blunts Stunk like funk cunt I come to take you on a war rough and rugged route And if another doubts I blow your fuckin mother out
in Vegas had his bitch on my dick Threw a 7 so many times they thought the dice was fixed Yo its 50, when your mindframe change and start to rearrange I'll see you another day
they chalking it off his head Nigga instead I'ma let them bleed Nigga, immortal warrior from the walking dead [Hook:] It's just another day I gotta get
You suffer, I live to fight and die another day Fast I fade away It's almost over Hold on Slow I suffocate I'm cold and broken Alone Fast I fade away It's almost over Hold
and hold a stack in my palms whippin Bentleys, floss icy shit and take care of moms give the local little old man a job as my chaeuffeur hold it down
tide Blessed love to the youth dem Who Jah bless no man curse no way Send out message to the youth dem Hold the faith cause tomorrow's another day [
be forgotten Left alone with your simple dreams But even dreams are fading fast No one to turn to when you can't sleep at night Waking up to another day
90 percent of us are livin foul and wild I say job, you say ([Hen-G:] bad joke I rather jack another brother, watch the gun smoke) Livin in the fast lane
from a very old incarnation of EA's site. There is no recording available as this song was only performed live. She fell on a summer's day Her mother
critics man Critics never got nothing nice to say man You know the one thing I notice about critics man... Is, critics never ask me how my day went well
ve got a sickness that I can't seem to shake And I know that you hold the cure One choice remains Every grain is another day Every day becomes another
reason Give me a reason. [Chorus] I, I don't wanna say it I don't wanna find another way Make it trough the day without you It's just another day Making
of a normal man? These sensations barely interest me for another day, I've got the spirit, lose the feeling, take the shock away. It's getting faster, moving faster
