I don't wanna live, I don't wanna die So could you please, could you please, could you please Grow out your hair? William plays harmonica and guitar On
ve got going, and all the things we've had But you've got to make a living, keeping up and keeping on Sometimes it's just a living, when you've been gone
' leave you hangin' I don't know what you've been saggin' on You've been braggin' money on But time's up, that's fucked up Nigga get gone, we don't cruise on
you'll have to forgive me. [David:] mmhmm. [Andy:] uhmm...I gotta admit I...I really don't know much about... you know...you... You...or the band...
you have to earn (oooooooh, you gotta earn it baby) mmm Well I'm prepared to give you all of me But, I need the same in return (ooooooohoooo you know you got
how much I care When you put your arms around me, I get a fever that's so hard to bear You give me fever, when you kiss me, Fever when you hold me tight
I got a sweet fever comin' all over me I got a sweet fever I wonder what can it be I got a sweet fever comin' all over me I got a sweet fever I wonder
honey you and I What we've got together, money just can't buy What we've got, there's plenty of I've got you, you've got me, we got love. INSTRUMENTAL
thoughts so unclear. Oh where do you go from here, where do you go, where do you go from here. I don't like complaining and I could use a rest but my
YOU GET TO ME WRITER DON WILLIAMS You get to me and it's been plain enough to see that you get to me, you just can't believe how you get to me. Night
beef and slept with a tech? What's the position you hold? Can you really match a triple platinum artist Buck by buck by only a single goin' gold? Roc-A
with a tech? What's the position you hold? Can you really match a triple platinum artist buck by buck by only a single goin gold? Roc-A-Fella ship
is driving me farther away from the shore (I said that.) Throw me a rhyme or a reason to try to go on. (come on, danny, throw me a line, baby!)
when you got no bread When you down and out, people turn they back at you Even the chicas try to disrespect the rap in you I got gratitude, baby I ain
We've got things to do so let's in Any time you feel like a linlow I'll be there to give my heart When you see it's me let's it think in on All you got
ingrained? We who hold these whips and chains If there's no lock who needs a key? When did we stop being free? I see things vis a vis a sea change
over your bus Nigga please, you ain't got your neck all froze With the same logo that you got sketched on your clothes Nigga please, you don't be gettingno
