of Candy coated raindrops? You're the same, my candy rain My love, do you ever dream of Candy coated raindrops? You're the same, my candy rain Candy
Ain't No Sunshine When She's Gone It's Not Warm When She's Away Ain't No Sunshine When She's Gone And She's Always Gone Too Long Anytime She Goes Away
I don't know (I don't know) Where to go (Where to go) Baby I, baby I, don't know I don't know Where to go (Where to go) Baby I, baby I don't know You
never met anybody like you, who makes me feel so good And I'm telling you, with all my will So if you want it come and get it It's for real Chorus:
[Verse 1:] I Must Have Rehearsed My Lines A Thousand Times Until I Had Them Memorized. But When I Get Up The Nerve To Tell You The Words It Never Seems
Of Candy Coated Raindrops? You're The Same, My Candy Rain. [Interlude] My Love, Do You Ever Dream Of Candy Coated Raindrops? You're The Same, My Candy Rain
I Must Be Waisting My Time Baby, Baby Free Is Just A Fool In My Heart (Just A Fool In My Heart) (Feel The Funk) Never Get A Girl Like You [Chorus:]
You Are On My Mind, You Are On My Mind [Chorus:] Every Little Thing I Do You're On My Mind The Way I Feel Lately, It's Driving Me Crazy Every Little
Ohhhhh... Come on and spend the night With me tonight (I will) We'll be making sweet love (sweet...love) By the fire place your invited to Come on
here talkin to you mother fuckers Ja Rule punk ass yeah Fuck his soul for real ass Nigga that's soul, that's the nigga from 'soul for real' Candy rain
Triceright here talkin to you muthafuckas Ja Rule punk ass... Yea! Fuckin Soul For Real ass... Nigga that's Soul For Real, That the nigga from Soul For Real! Candy Rain
you strained and you squinted to see The retreat of their hairless and blind cavalry You froze in your sand shoal Prayed for your poor soul Sky was a
-libs, bitin' your motherfuckin' style nigga What the fuck goin' on nigga? You better check these motherfuckin' niggaz, mayne Real fuck with real nigga and these niggaz Ain't real
breathin' It's a miracle that God gave me this Tec, now I'm eatin' Cop it, chop it, profit is all for sale Cocaine, 'Candy Rain', 'I'm Soul For Real',
talkin to you mother fuckers Ja Rule punk ass yeah Fuck his soul for real ass Nigga that's soul, that's the nigga from 'soul for real' Candy rain
right here talkin to you mother fuckers Ja Rule punk ass yeah Fuck his soul for real ass Nigga that's soul, that's the nigga from 'soul for real' Candy rain
she touch my Chevy door Real nigga, let me make it as clear as my windows No square shall enter in the circle of winners Know I'm prepared for whatever
