you and our hearts collide With hearts on fire I reach out to you tonight With hearts on fire I reach out to you tonight Hearts on fire I reach
for you and our hearts collide With heart on fire I reach out to you tonight With heart on fire I reach out to you tonight Heart on fire I reach out
do mine all day I don't sniff coke, I like to make money Put the fiends in the room, who's hungry? Cut from the cloth they cut me black cherry weed Cherokee
on a plane Never to return again But always in my heart This love has taken its toll on me She said goodbye too many time before And her heart is breaking
do mine all day/ I don't sniff coke, I like to make money/ Put the fiends in the room, who's hungry? Cut from the cloth they cut me black cherry weed
Pipe down and swearing. Look, from here on, You'd say nothing wrong. Now try it again. [Roxie Hart] - I was born on... [Velma Kelly] - Come on... You
End Masters, Flowing Staggers On Bars Nigga Stay Mad Cause His Swagger`s On Mars Y`all Niggas Ain`t Thinking We Callng Y`all Tards Claim You Want War, Okay, On
, cool and heart lit, hit the set cool and heartless In front of the store projects, as long as I made a profit I see you eyeing me, you fire escape
ma do mine all day I don't sniff coke, I like to make money Put the fiends in the room, who's hungry? Cut from the cloth they cut me black cherry weed
and heart lit, hit the set cool and heartless In front of the store projects, as long as I made a profit I see you eyeing me, you fire escape diary Filled
cool and heart lit, hit the set cool and heartless In front of the store projects, as long as I made a profit I see you eyeing me, you fire escape diary
Cryin tears of a puppet band If there?s a fire, there?s a fireman Fun?s to be heard across the land I do magical tricks Got a truckload full Lying on
Killa] Bangin' on the lunchroom table, I used to spectate And watch some of the M.C. greats Throw verses back and forth, I didn't have the heart to step
on the croucho playground In the chicklet castle i?m a goon in a gown Wizard: sun and moon go hand in hand Cryin tears of a puppet band If there?s a fire
arts, I sat and wrote darts My mind ran wild and free like +Young Hearts+ Mathematics, where I based my foundation Fall to the nation on wack Education
