As the crowd clears from the scene All I see is you and me You're life was gold It always showed I know you will always be there for me Be careful what
So it starts tonight, another feeling It's all love, hate, and heavy breathing Oh how I love the life I live with you So, get up, get up, come it's a
What are we fighting for? Wish i didnt know your name. Dont try to come back, it will never be the same, so now you think you know everything. Im happy
I'd go running through the rain and snow, just to make you mine, please give me a sign. Shoot a bottle rocket at your window, got your attention now
The dawn is breaking A light shining through You're barely waking And I'm tangled up in you Yeah I'm open, you're closed Where I follow, you'll go I
The problem with April Is the problem with May Is the problem with June and July It's the problem with all of the months Since you said goodbye The problem
quick all up in my business when i am trying to get down in the back seat of my .. i am trying to hit this round down down july brown the butty was popping
We heard the fireworks. Rushed out to watch the sky. Happy go lucky. Fourth of July. How can you live in the Northeast? How can you live in the South?
, livin' in the fridge Livin' in the fridge, livin' in the fridge There's something gross in the fridge today It's green and growin' hair, it's been there since July
to the fiddle Music's goin' strong, heart's alive It's Saturday night Gonna have a party, all night long Sun's up, high, the fourth of July Chickens
you a very artistic fable More fun than when you first got cable The moral to be learned from this story to be told Is that everything that glitters ain't always gold On July
and weed In China, the product is dope and speed The Columbians got the coca leaves But in Harlem, niggas like to Plot and Scheme Now your store grose A mil' a week
inward significance (Aristotle) SONG LYRICS Get a load of that with the snakeskins on Looks like a refugee from a head bangin' song Sweet July evening
won't stop Don't you stop I can't live if you stop Tammy Rae Carland and Sleater-Kinney Vivienne Dick and Lorraine O'Grady Gayatri Spivak and Angela Davis Laurie Weeks
I still remember that night it was the 4th of July, Still engraved in my mind and I'm not surprised, There was no guns, hand to hand, Their black,
dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under Big pipes soundin' like thunder Skated by the skin of my teeth I had to put a man in his place last week
the counter to take up the slack `Cause the money tree's light and the whiskey stream's low You ain't worked a week since July You say the gravel pit
glass Well she's looking pretty good first week in July She's got a dope up her ass and a needle in her eye Thanksgivings coming on the Fourth of July
