I remember when I was young And so were you All of the things we both said That we'd never do But look at how times have changed, baby You know I I can
We used to get on fine Once upon a time Yeah, we were alright But you were mean Now, we don't talk and it's a shame I guess I only have myself to blame
There's people inside Telling me to watch my back If I wanna survive I gotta stop them in their tracks They've been making life hard Oh, they've been
Oh Lord above, if I just killed a man Let somebody take the blame Oh Lord above, if I'm knelling down My prayer, take away this pain, oh, nothing helps
I hear a lotta talkin' niggaz must be mad at banks But there only one problem niggaz ain't as bad as banks Nigga yous front you gon get shot down We
she can't dig holes with a shovel she won't shake hands with the devil and when she's caught in the middle she pulls away and it feels [chorus] like
Eia, ergo, Advocata nostra Illos tuos misericordes oculos ad nos converte Et Iesum, benedictum fructum ventris tui
I don't know why it all fell apart I was too young, you were too smart I guess you knew It was goin' nowhere right from the start But your memory brings
"And now, the sever beating of a high school bus driver." [Kids getting on the bus] "How are ya, Bryan?" "Good morning, Lisa." "Good to see ya, Tommy
"And now, the sever beating of a high school janitor." [Mopping sounds] Mop, mop, mop All day long Mop, mop, mop While I sing this song [Sound
"And now the severe beating of a high school spanish teacher." [Lecturing] [Writing on chalk board] "Juan es muy guapo." [Door opens, walking towards
Performed by rob schneider "and now the severe beating of a high school science teacher." [lecturing] "zinc is by far the best element
I hear a lotta talkin', niggaz must be mad at Banks But there's only one problem, niggaz ain't as bad as Banks Nigga, yous front, you gon get shot down
I Been problem since the old days pimps and gold caps now im in oj simpson throwbacks ya'll was wonderin where my ass been probally vacationin on south
50 Cent, Lloyd Banks 50 Cent chorus: nobody get hurt and nobody don't move just give it up smooth G UNIT Motherfucker you move,I'll flash my 2 and blast
Of when would be our wedding day We walked beneath the whispering pines His heart was filled with love divine And as we neared the riverside He asked me when I'd
Rodney Crowell On the banks of the ole Bandera runs a barefoot child Takin' Sunday-go-to-meetin' shortcuts He's out across those open fields, down those
the bank So just don't, don't forget who to thank 'Cause we're taking our, our myths to the drinking a fifth to the We're taking all our myths to the bank