The most perfect silence is when there is no need to speak the most perefect silence is when there?s no need to explain the most perfect moment
So my baby?s on the road doing business, selling loads charming everyone there with the sweetest smile Oh tonight I miss you Oh tonight I wish you could
: (lyrics from Martin Roth Remix) You create misery Have your cake and eat it Take your place in history Pray we don?t repeat it Call it faith, call
: Where to accept you completely? Won't ask you why, believe me (echo) Go through the sorrow, the pain (echo) I'll be there with you (echo) Because you
: Estoy con mis heridas Nunca tengo las palabras Pero si me sabes leer Encontraras en mis canciones Lo que no pude decir Hay errores de juicio Muchos
Do you remember me, I'm just a shadow now. This is where I used to be, Right here beside you. Sometimes I call your name, High on a summer breeze. What
Jim Jones, what it here, homie? Killa Cam, Freekz Zeeky, Juelz, what's happ'nin? Hey, T.I.P., nigga I'm up in Harlem to put it down wit my muthafuckin
them hoes You don't even know 'em handcuffin them hoes Cuffin them hoes, cuffin them hoes [Jim Jones - talking over Chorus at first] Whassup Ghost? Westhaven Sucker! I hear you Ghost Jones
glass was not half empty but half full Oh no, oh no The clumps of dirt and hair collecting in the corners Won't warrant a blank stare when no one
shit And oh tell your little sister to stay up off my dick What's your name? Capital F I E N D What's your alias? I'm Mr. Get It On Jones What's your
line Roy Jones will be one through nine and number ten will be blank the experts need time to think (hmmmm) but from what i saw (shit) Roy Jones number
fresh diamonds and gold jewelry Spent all his time just counting his bank Because he's a fly muh-ha-ha, now fill in the blank Because he's a fresh kid
heavy The God of the Serengeti I charge with a large machete And carve through ya starvin belly Like...you shoulda known I was serious Still the prettiest, point blank
I fall to claustrophobic sleep And the ever-watching walls lean over me But when I wake I feel alone There is nothing but a vast blank floor And although
Maggie looks out her window, Sees a cab in the street Lets out a point-blank whistle, It stops with a screech She picks up the last box, That sits in
'll fall I'm leanin' on you, you baby, you baby Geto Boys, Willie D We was livin' on cold facts, cops sat in old 'Llacs Couldn't get along with T Jones
IF YOU MOVE I'LL FALL I'M LEANING ON YOU YOU MADE ME YOU MADE ME WE WAS LIVING ON COLD FACTS COPS SAT IN OLD LACS COULDN'T GET ALONG WITH T. JONES SO
SAID MY NAME HOS HATE, PUSSY IS DEBATE, AROUND THE WAY THEY CALL MY THE PINK PANTHER, ASK LEO GANTHER, HE KNOWS THE RAP JONES A FIEGN BAKER, KEEP HER