good is gonna come The red and gold has put its spell on? me And old man winter's gonna come You know he keeps on blocking off the sun Miss you most
s gonna come The red and gold (?) have put their spell on me And old man winter is gonna come You know, he keeps on blocking up the sun I miss you most
real friends that serve you long Your memories might fade Your real friends will serve you long Sunshine or rain Your real friends will serve you long
: I gotta sing you rap niggas a song before I put you the [?] So close your eyes just one last time as I put you sleep Nigga rest in peace, you don't
to perfume his grave Oh miss madonna won't you let me underneath your halo 'Cause it's raining hard Raining hard in this abyss Miss madonna... Oh miss madonna where you
stereo The way you move ain't fair, you know Hey soul sister I don't wanna miss A single thing you do Tonight The way you can cut a rug Watching you
by the masses You betta think so hard you fuckin shatta yo glasses Think for yourself man don't do like they do, it's a sick world, you just gotta stay
friends that serve you long Your memories might fade Your real friends will serve you long Sunshine or rain Your real friends will serve you long Acquaintances
expression of happiness Boy, you could not miss with a dozen roses Such would astound you The joy of children laughing around you These are the makings
: [CHORUS:] You should be a model [whistle] I bet u hear that all the time got the body of a godess face like an angel gurl I'm being honest I can see
The way you move ain't fair you know Hey soul sister, I don't wanna miss a single thing you do tonight Well you can cut a rug Watching you is the
: Oh, Madonna, Madonna I don't miss you just who you used to be and you don't ring true so please stop calling me Your "I love you"'s are ten
Madonna, Madonna I don't miss you just who you used to be and you don't ring true so please stop calling me Your "I love you"'s are ten a penny You're
of happiness Boy, you could not miss with a dozen roses Such would astound you The joy of children laughing around you These are the makings of you It
[Pharrell chorus] Yeah, mami you miss me don't you? Haters wish you could hit me don't you? Heh, you should call me Uncle I understand I'm back by popular
