Letras:
John Miles This Love

'Cos this love, yes this love Is all I'm living for Yes this love This time I know that I've found my harbour I've found a home With this love, with

on a feelin' a natural high you better believe it and the reason why it's a thing called love it makes me feel so alive love,love love and john lennon

guitar And if I had money than Id, Only wear Sean John, Eat my cereal with Grey Poupon, In a swimming pool about one mile long, With speakers underwater, Playing this

no more candles Whatever you do Then Willie stopped singin' And the prairie wind blew The grain kept rollin' on For miles and miles The fields of fuel Kept rollin' on for miles

love...this love won't let me go So long...Angel of Harlem Birdland on fifty-three The street sounds like a symphony We got John Coltrane and a love supreme Miles

s this friend shit? Homie?s? Dawg?s? What?s this nickname shit? Jacks? Frogs? Nah, so I put up fourty-eight, Not to make a point, but to set this shorty

the international house of pancakes All alone ready to phone me and your hand shakes Palms is wetted Dawns regret Never the walk miles for love I sit

and shit All the time talkin? about your fake-ass gifts George bought you a ring, John bought you a chain Bitch, I?m buyin? you an ounce of this game

insomniacs This life can make a n-gga fold like a laundry mat I sip this cognac though to ease my brain from all this pain and so that I react slow, in this