Just another day And I think I'll die before it ends It's just another day And I sure like to go see my baby again Time was when I did not know What
ATL, Georgia to New York City Kings have arrived, fuck with me now Let's rock, let's rock, don't stop, let's rock Let's rock, let's rock, don't stop,
Frankie baby (chorus) i wish a nigga would, i wish a nigga would say i never put work in these streets i wish a nigga would, i wish a nigga would say
Two hearts fading, like a flower And all this waiting for the power For some answer to this fire Sinking slowly, water's higher Desire, desire With
Out on the wire I hear you callin' So clear Yet a million miles away I start to feel it now Slips away somehow Out on the roadside I'm stopped by a daydream
I want to be clean, I want to be whole Want revenge, I want control I want to give up, I want to give in Destroy all I have been I want to be cruel,
You also have no lyrics nor mention of Streiht up Menace so here I am hooking you up!! Wake yo punk ass up for the 93 shot MC Eihts in the mothafuckin
I always knew what I wanted to be I knew for sure, I knew for sure Always knew it was them or me I wanted more, more and more And it's all right, it'
Turn out the light, yeah, the light And I might have a chance I guess I look slightly worse Than the elephant man I wish I looked a little better I wish
Life was filled with guns and war And all of us got trampled on the floor I wish we'd all been ready The children died the days grew cold A piece of
I lift up my voice to The King, The King of Glory I hold out my hands to The One who is worthy I long for Your presence I long Lord I need Your touch
Landscapes in the wild Upon a shore of a sea open wide The great escape from your wife She's the best mistake of your life Always starts when you cry
Sometimes it's a pair of old faded denim I know Is gonna fit me like a friend or some radio song You can't help but sing along Wishing they'd spin it
Que lindos los arreboles How pretty the glowing colours Cuando el sol se va poniendo When the sun is setting Que buenos son los amores How good are
Pistol shots ring out in the bar-room night Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall She sees a bartender in a pool of blood Cries out, "My God, they
Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows when Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion Always on the outside of whatever side there
Oh, sister, when I come to knock on your door You should not treat me like a stranger Our father would not like the way that you act And you must realize
Up on the white veranda She wears a necktie and a Panama hat Her passport shows a face from Another time and place She looks nothin' like that And all