Letras:
David Gray Harder

harder, always so much If we could get away just for a week or two Baby, let it burn the way it used to do Always so much harder So much harder when

much harder, always so much If we could get away just for a week or two Baby, let it burn the way it used to do Always so much harder So much harder

go to work and bust his ass for them dollars Now it all makes sense, back then I wasn't havin' it Obsessed with He-man, so young and so adamant More concerned with Castle Gray

a sixth sense a very accurate sixth sense no inhibitions breaking through the river between consciousness and subconsciousness Integrating the two spheres hard

yep yep yep (x4) Verse 1 (Big Pokey) These b***hes wanna see a n***a roll 550 flossin' here's a tag for the toll Ice cold AC butterscotch guts Hard top

But she's forsaken her fine fine home And Black Jack David is Singing through the green green trees Last night she slept on a fine feather bed Far far from Black jack David

PASSION And so I will TRY to articulate the hardest poem of ALL I will TRY to express what love is That is what I feel for David I imagine

'll dream of that day now See you coming honey With that sunny sky Everywhere I go Everything that I do and I say now Nothing ringing true It don't matter how hard

, yup, yup [Verse 1: Big Pokey] These bitches wanna see a nigga roll five - fifty flossin, leave the tag for the toe ice cold AC, butter scotch guts hard