the 316?] It's my birthday fool, 316 Plus, the formula for every rap song that you singa?¦ Verse 2 a?? [Murs] and Slug [Hey Slug, why you only make songs
tell me everything I know from youth till I grown So why you waiting to tell me how the problems grown And you died on your birthday It was my worst
Let your fingers touch my body and show me that you want me The frustration and temptation, I see your anticipation I'll make you see some constellations, so baby why
loves her Why didn't I think of that? When she gets down well he's always around her He makes her smile again He mends her heartaches, remembers her birthday
song They're applauding at my shadow, long after I am gone Should I hold this wistful notion that the journey is worthwhile Or tiptoe cross the chasm with a song
song every time you call me Whenever passion seems gone, you the one I lean on Ooh, you know you special boy, that's why you got this ringtone Now girl, you know I 'Birthday
missing years He went to a dance and said "This don't move me" So he hiked up his pants and he went to a movie On his thirteenth birthday, he saw 'Rebel
of mine He wrote me a love song, but the words don't rhyme He drives me crazy, how he's late all the time But I love my baby just the same The reasons why
It's not the miles, it's not the pay It's not the show, it's not the fame that makes it home It's the song Her birthday was in Alabama Father's Day
you I lost you in the worst way Now that's some shit them niggaz killed you on my birthday Open presents nah said my nigga Tai dead Celebrating birthdays
, tasted tears Made a promise one to keep I can still recite it in my sleep Every time a birthday comes Call your friend and sing a song Or whisper it
Ya I don't know why you treat me so motherfuckin bad You ain't gonna realize whats you got till its gone thats real You gets no lovin babe Girl you know
get youuuuuuuuuuu, Just be patient,and you know ,I'll always wanna be with you, Aint going nowhere ,you knowwww,I'ma be right there/here. I thought everything was cool,why
you roses before your death is staged When understanding violence, suspects know their fate I want another reason why I never help myself I waste my days regretting why
(Originally titled "Getting Past the Anger," this song was begun 10 years ago, but never sung... until the anger faded. An attempt to close the generation
Artist: Haystak Mak Million Album: Hard 2 Love Song: For Tha Rats (Haystak Mak's Intro) I wander why nobody ever did a song for you? It's like, you
that you've one birthday MARCH HARE: Imagine, just one birthday every year MAD HATTER: Ah, but there are three hundred and sixty four unbirthdays! MARCH HARE: Precisely why
's not much But I hope you like this song to you from me Happy birthday Jesus That's why I wrote this tune So, happy birthday, Jesus My song is just