You told me your name but I forget it. You gave your number but I forget it. You told me stories but I forget it. You told me reasons but I forget it.
You told me your name but I forget it. You gave your number but I forget it. You told me stories but I forget it. You told me reasons but I forget it
my ass kicked It was my intention to relent just till the last kick When she goes she'll roll over in a solid gold casket When I was young Muhammad Ali
like a Bogart classic Told niggaz if he dies he want a glass casket Parents died when he was five years old Made his way inside the US with Columbian Gold
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson I. prelude When our weary world was young The struggle of the ancients first began The gods
.E. but it's never seen on your T.V. It's in black and white in your gold mind a picture so old it defies time. Alex Haley drew it in his book it's what
With the Gold Bond Armor-All fatigues on Rosey in the pantry with Velma and Shaggy getting they lean on He sweeter that a Whitney Hous' track hittin' them high notes And Alex
only been a good nigga for a minute though 'Cuz I got to get my props, and win it, yo I got beef wit commercial ass niggaz with gold teeth Lampin' in
it out J got the shorties and uhh P came to party and uhh We got it started from that dirty south, ya heard me? Aiyyo, I like platinum I like gold
inside my door... Alex- What man might fill those Tom McAnns? Jane- What would I ask? Alex- Yes, what indeed? Jane- What would I dare? Sukie- What would I dare? Alex
in You bring light in You bring light in to a dark place Walking in light, glowing walking in light Gold ring around you, the hues of you The golden
We've traveled all over this country A pickin' and singing for gold, In concerts, in nightclubs, on TV, Yes we have been frequently sold Yes we have been
Dappy: Money Made No Change In fact it was More Pain B?s gone Who?s To Blame? Look At All These Youths Today Rollin? Round with 38?s Stickin Bredda?s For the White Gold
With the Gold Bond Armor-All fatigues on Rosey in the pantry with Velma and Shaggy getting they lean on He sweeter that a Whitney Hous' track hittin them high notes And Alex
be drawn in. you bring light in... to a dark place walking in light glowing walking in light gold ring around you the hues of you the golden
been a good nigga for a minute though cuz I got to get my props, and win it yo I got beef wit commercial-ass niggaz with gold teeth lampin in a Lexus
to have red spikes at raves, and then turn around havin blue and red fights with k's Your parents got a cold shiver cause a pot of gold hit a fatha gorilla
