budgets, U.S. stockmarket plummets Condition's only worse and I wonder what become it Metal detectors replace music classes Angry little kids wanna beat their teacher's asses The red and blue's
Even angels, even angels learn to fly Everyday I'm stronger It can't get better if it, if it Don't hurt Why? Why? (Ooh, why?) See me in my next life Heartbreak's
they stop me I might be going to jail tonight! [Chamillionaire:] It's real life... It ain't just a song, it's a message.... Nobody ever opens their
all my angels, try to find me an angel! D.J. is playing your favorite song, It seems like you've been waiting on it all night long. Try to find me an angel
I'm taking out the trash I'm (all alone) And whose there Whose there -Bridge Since you been gone I learned how to move on how to be myself I don;t need nobody's
S.O.S, help us out Looks like we ain't gon' figure it out Lord, come down and help us out Send us an angel, help us out S.O.S, help us out Lookin' all
always knew I had an angel A voice that told me what to do, yeah But now that angel's on my shoulder It's nobody else but, nobody else but Nobody else
did that day But take me to the place I love, take me all the way, yeah, yeah, yeah It's hard to believe that there's nobody out there It's hard to
As long as it's funky....alright..okay [yeah] As long as it's funky...alright As long as it's funky...alright...okay As long as it's funky...funky for
strangers It feels so alone in your heart But when everyone stands in the darkness No one can tell them apart Now everyone has their own stories And nobody's end's
Chorus] [Verse 3] Yeah it's me again, the guy from verse two But it's the last one, it's almost curfew It's almost night out, so turn your lights on
she doesn't want to be alone She says it's making her neurotic But please don't mistake it for being erotic So alone, so all alone She says let's go
O N) There's something about the way she walks, you know It suits the city streets so well and yet Nobody's heard her band yet and no one will Oh, here it comes now, there's
rimbaud, And go johnny go, and do the watusi, oh do the watusi There's a little place, a place called space It's a pretty little place, it's across the
the outlaw Hearts weren't made to be ruled And rules weren't made to be broken It's cold and lonely at the end of your life And nobody sleeps 'til they
it feels like it's all movin' way too fast Use every alibi, in words you deny, that love ain't meant to last You can cry tough baby, it's alright You
off them leeches We go and get it, get ya weight up And when them camera flash you ain't never gotta ask it's that's Boosie bad azz, straight up! Angels
came the ink and paper looked the same Blue must be the color of the blues Bluebird's singing in the trees seems to sympathize with me But he's not