paralyses I was a statuette Now I?m drunk as hell on a piano bench And when I press the keys It all gets reversed The sound of loneliness makes me happier
that I do, cause you don't depend upon all the shit that I use to make my moods improve. "And you look at me and think 'same old face, same old tail
worth to work just to get a dime So pardon my disposition Why should I listen to a system that never listened to me? Picture me working McDonald's I'd
Can? think of anything better to do Than just sit down at the piano and a write this tune And maybe later Maybe later in the afternoon I?ll sit back and relax And think
Read up in your magazine just to see what were about Peep into the case, see me, ask Why that black ass nigga flow over the piano Droppin it good For
: I was made in England out of Cadillac muscle I had a quit-me father, had a love-me mother I had Little Richard and that black piano Oh that sweet Georgia
I ain't mad - I just think it's messed up you don't answer fans If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your concert you didn't have to, but you coulda
keys like pianos and I'm looking for a bitch that wants to join me in a porno. Hello daughter how you doing that showman you need to loose me and doing
livin' in a mansion And I'm ridin' in a Lambo, Bunch of ganstas like Sopranos, Like keys, like pianos, And I'm lookin' for a bitch That wants to join me
: (Piano intro) Take the train, go separate ways, and leave it long forgotten. i'll hang my head, and i won't be back. on my way out, i'm feeling lame
lodged in my head And some blonde gave me nightmares think that she's still in my bed As I dream about movies they won't make of me when I'm dead With
a flight When I was a child, the Devil himself bought me a mic But I refused the offer, 'cuz God sent me to strike With skills unused like fallopian tubes
me That I'm too young to know Cause I love you so And you love me, love me. Our day will come If we just wait a while. No tears for us Think love and
of him they both took the sh-t hard, Shawty play the piano me I play the white keys, Shawty from the south, oh, I think she like me, Shawty like Pac, me
wisdom holding onto something wild He asked me to be patient Well I failed "Grow up!" I cried And as, the smoke was clearing he said "Give me one good
it to me, give it to me, give it to me Wanna see you work your body So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me [Timbaland:] When timbo is in the
