there is but one law thou shalt have no constraint I can love you still I don't speak much but I ponder these things in my heart in my lovely room I
I realize, that I'm feelin it Cause that's a thug nature Though sometimes I can deal with it I realize, I'm feelin it Love and hate, relationship Cause
papa johns I get the parmesan [Verse 2:] Pocket full of paper under age in casino U wanna see id oh But I'm in da suite doe Here my room key go Room
OO, ALL THIS TIME ** (ah) ()-whispered *Background Vocals **Main Vocals Used To Love Her I used to love her But I had to kill her I used to love her
love for every song he plays He?s got a place in my heart I think I?m in love with my radio ?Cause it never lets me go And I fall in love with my stereo
all the scars that love erases But as my mind walks through those places I'm wonderin', What's come of them? Does some other young boy Come home to my room
a rebel to America" 3X* [Vers 1: Nas] Yeah, check it, uh Spot build-rocker, lil' papa killed Hoffa Beard lil' longer, feel strong and I'll stop ya Drill
the parmesan [Verse 2:] Pocket full of paper under age in casino U wanna see id oh But I'm in da suite doe Here my room key go Room movin slow mo Fans
? Hey papa papa Thinks you're crazy and I won't admit Hey sugar sugar I can see that you're a victim in this Do you love me? (Do you love me?) Do you
in love with my stereo Whenever I hear that sound Whenever I hear that sound Whenever I hear that sound I'm the only one that papa allowed to hang out in my room
smoke cigarettes, She said her teenage brother smoldered... On a hot bed of coal in a sterile white room Underneath that Joy Division poster... . He moaned papa-- He moaned papa
or I'm gonna tell Papa Mama say, ?Stop," or I'm gonna tell Papa This is the town where the clowns put it down, baby Mama say, ?Stop," or I'm gonna tell
a puff of this green from Jamaica Just bought a new yacht with 4 rooms and a bar No you're not that used to bein' around a hood star My papa told me
you've done I walk away from trouble when I can Now please don't think I'm weak, I didn't turn the other cheek And Papa, I should hope you understand
fiddle wanna beg for more Gonna dance to a band from a-Lou'sian' tonight Bring your mama, bring your papa, bring your sister too They got lots of music and lots of room
My outlet is full of powerful niggas Electrify ya tie, spark up the lah Keep the room dark, let me fill out my high Then slap box my ghost till one of
platoon / Pop the pop 1 hit wonder hot air balloons / Drop the top in the summer, got to blare the tunes / I'm a skinny white boy, give papa bear some room