my lips For fear that they could fall and fade into the air Who cares? CHORUS Guide my way Be my star on a stormy day Light my way Be my star on a stormy
you drunk I know you're collecting disciples I know you want to be the godmother of soul punk Someday, someday There are skyscrapers for you, Jane Never
now, Get a pound break it down, blow it like trial, Panatella Dutchy wine in my tall glass, Young Money baby, big shit like a horse ass, Stacks in my
everywhere we are Everywhere we are Oh, okay now, I'll be ballin', I'll be, I'll be ballin' You can catch me in the air, I'll be ballin' When I'm tryin
now i be ballin i i i be ballin you can catch me in the ait. i be ballin when im tryna buy some gear, i be mallin in the middle of the club or where
my Final Frontier like Captain Kirk Kirk Not to be on my ball sack But, this isn't Star Trek So puff the magic dragon and hop on my flying carpet Preacher
ya Slurped and burped, got that bitch more open than my door do Let's take a journey up in the stars where I live at Where I fuck Jane, Judy Jetson,
geeked up Bitch I might be, bitch I might be Bitch I might be, bitch I might be Bitch I might be hiffie, I'm from California and this might be Nikes
So me and my moms could still be friends My daddy wasn't buggin out so far Watchin me pretend to be another rap star Through my eyes he saw a child changin
firing my automatic pistol I pop Chris And I pop crystals Shootin' off my missiles at police cars Right out side your local tittie bars These wicked stars
up your weave and call Steve for the photo session (yeah..) [Kool Keith] Got my tripod set up for photographs, you get wet Pull my porno tapes, while
defiance wit my seats back Got the game to fuck wit Jane? Where you and her sleep at Lyrically inclined and inclined to get lyrical Checkin' for residuals, rhymin' be
, just you and me Take it slow, don't cry, dry your eyes Despise the way that he treat you with lies I be your Mary Jane your everything, no pain I be your moon stars
and the alligator And I heard about Tokay Wine, Mary Jane, and lil' Julian Herrera I wanna learn to dance, make romance These La Bishop girls might take a chance My friend say, "No, be
the same And I need that, hey I need that (in my life) When I feel washed up and inadequate And throw all my songs away, no matter how mad I get You
Jane Bowers Chorus: Sea fever, my mother called it. Sea fever, she knew that I had. When the wind is blowing out of the singing South then will I be
strong We are belong And we know we are right Not gonna catch us now Not gonna catch us now Falling now but rising fast Like a shooting star I see Take a piece of my
where could you be now? could you be that far? are you still thinking of me... listening listening well, i don't care if i'm on my own again start
