everythin' in life gon' come to an end Because it must, and when it does, I hope that y'all remember me Black Dante, from Myrtle and Broadway, yeah, yeah y'all
make it to the end And when I make it to the end I will smoke my cigarette They make it very hard to smoke here But I've got it all figured out They
you gotta let me go I'm done for now, so one for now Possibly forever, we had fun together But like all good things, we must come to an end Please show
, you tell me all your doings! Tell me. Tell me how you pass your days how you pass your days Tell me from the beginning. from the beginning
cause, it lies within this place I breathe an atmosphere of sorrow; an alien despair makes my courage fail, like the collapse of an opium
said to me, it takes tiles to tango. Come on. JOE No, no, not on the same floor as Valentino! NORMA Oh come on, come on, come on. Get up. Follow me.
hair hang down (BRIDGE) (CHORUS) (BRIDGE) (CHORUS) I get totally crazy Can you feel it Come, come, come on baby I feel like a woman -------------------------------------------------------------------
house a head, wisdom & a bed Troubled decree Resident mockery has claimed thee We used to believe in the good old days We still receive In little ways The things
is written every day So many things the writer will say But now my song has come to an end 'Cause this bard's tale has an open end...
sister, had her mo' good like a Mexican His next of kin, No remorse it was meant to happen Besides rapping the only thing I did good was scrapping Until
the law, good lord The cold continent latch key child Ran away one day and started acting foul King of where the wild things are, daddy's proud Cause the roman empire done passed
support from the Navy Carriers and Air Force Would give us all what we needed, we were wrong This is "The Greatest Rhyme of All Time" supposedly 1000
a head, wisdom & a bed Troubled decree Resident mockery has claimed thee We used to believe in the good old days We still receive In little ways The things
a head, wisdom & a bed Troubled decree Resident mockery has claimed thee We used to believe in the good old days We still receive In little ways The Things
this drive It was the best it's ever been But all good things must come to an end And I'll take one last breath tonight And watch these headlights pass