It's like a grain of sand slipping through your fingers You want what you can't have It's like a grain of sand slipping through your fingers You want
: It's like a grain of sand slipping through your fingers You want what you can't have It's like a grain of sand slipping through your fingers You want
da da da da da Da da da da da da da da [Verse 1: Fabolous] I come from the streets where the man stand hungry And you see the diamonds on this man hand
Verse One] Cast down my crown to worship you in spirit and truth As I see You on the throne, I see Your train fills the roof I'm on bended knees, hands
The Red Crystal, It's Ill Grab Hold Of The Mic Tight, Tonight's The Night The Vibe Is Live, Pump Up The Base I Got Tentacles Coming Out My Face I Rise
contraband A stomped your man so unless you want what he got You better set the mic down, I'm steaming like a teapot I'll make the tea hot, people get in my face
your eyes i see your face forever when i dream of you i close my eyes i see you into my face when i hold my hand to touch your soul you are invisible
your eyes I see your face forever [x2] When I dream of you I close my eyes I see you into my face When you hold my hand Without your soul We are invisible
have it coming back Because that's the way it goes With a spoiled little girl I don't know why love is not enough I wish that I was invisible Maybe
the bridge she flung herself off I used to see her standing on one side As if too frightened to walk across And sometimes stand still and drive some invisible
hard to know him It's there on his face He's a case where there's clearly no hope Give me your hand again 'Til I land again His face starts to
in a head-on collision. He died instantly. I couldn't even bring myself to go to his funeral. My agony was so great I just couldn't come face to face
Franky and me we shuffle with our feet And old man Goergie takes some sugar with his tea when he's stirred by a melody of hands moving easy you see
you remind me to breathe When my life becomes invisible You're the only light I need Baby, you, you comfort me The faces change when time is on your side The hand
talkin' about you! Get off the bandwagon Nigga, quit swingin' on dicks and get your brand accurate. Kray Jack the man, ask 'em! Don't need a hand. Rappin
courageous and so contagious Until' my fuckin' rap sheets gonna receive mo' pages Listen to Juve 'cuz this my year mon' (My year mon') Invision, I'm
still see her ass Her momma used to dance like that Bouncin' that ass with her hands on her back I saw her grandmomma do it with a baby in her arms Put her hand
