took you by the hand? Do you remember In the sunny summerland? [Chorus] And your eyes shine like diamonds And they sparkle in the night And the kind
Time: 2:15 Irving Music, Inc. BMI Master #57941 Brian Wilson, Mike Love, Van Dyke Parks Silken hair, more silken hair Fell on her face and no wind
while your style goes spoiled (Huh) One of a kind, I'm like a diamond in the mine (Hah) Brush of the dirt and watch the Haji God shine Mama Pu, Mama
Whoa, I see Jake, so I let off the gas So I was doin fifty-five when I passed his ass I looked over, caught the shine from the rim of the Rover You know
this is an interpretation of what that actually means" [Canibus:] This is never been done before with a rhyme outside the realm of time It's the first of its kind
Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls, Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people. Why is it that the kind and gentle are
no gigs in between and the gas gauge says we are empty but that's okay 'cause we don't burn gasoline we burn our dreams we burn our hopes this van should
got the hottest style Come off the head and blast like lead projectiles Ya not safe in ya neighborhood like I'm a pedophile with a van of a man, I -
of the world on ya shoulder, send to be a man Lil' Curtis hung himself, Big George died in a van Three years ago, I would of been in that same van This
on, Call me the stunna man, I gotta make room hoppin' out the stunna van Alotta different reasons why I act this way Cause it never cease that I shine
the heavens for imperial trust me!, it's kinda hard when you rhyme sometimes everybody wants to scrutinize redifine who you are but every person is a star so let your light shine
n my vibe is strong so who's gonna be the lucky one? well bounty killa too stiff so him cant position. me nah see why gyal a run down pon elephant man? bwoy kinda
about-face to a certain sign... Chorus shine make ?em wonder what you?ve got make ?em wish that they were not on the outside looking bored shine let it shine
hip hops dead i'm the shot cups Like the system out the fan only the top cut Pop what? Pop open Get popped on Kind of like hot corn By throwin' ya block
lyrics by J. van Huisman) The time is right my dear The moon hangs full tonight Time to caress your flesh Oh, my heavenly sight Your eyes are shining