Between the searching and the need to work it outI stop believing everything will be alrightBrokenWe are broken I’m walking uphill being turned around and roundSecret in motion when my feet are on the groundBrokenWe are broken In my mind’s eyeOne little boy anger one little manFunny how time flies
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Boy Blue
You never knew yourself well enoughBut she never knew you at allAnd when she put you out on your ownIt may have stolen your innocenceBut not your soul Tell me where is little boy blueYou’ll find him standing alwaysOne step aheadFast a little, shy a little, boy blueWise blood runs warms and deepOn the street… […]
Blown Away
Blown awayBlown away Baby I’m gonna aft blow you away I’m blown [15] You make me feel like a stranger in my own houseYou got me running around just like a scared mouseYou were always saying that I was your destinyThen pretty baby why aren’t you here next to meYou made all of my dreamsAnd […]
Bitch Please II
[Dre] Yeah whattup Detroit?[Snoop] Nu-uh, nu-uh nuh-no he didn’t! Ahhh! They didn’t do it again, what-what, what-what? Did you shit on these niggaz two times Dr. Dre?[Dre] Oh fo’ sho’![Snoop] Uh-uh, naw, ya smell that? This is special right here What-what, what-what-what? Yeah, it’s a toast to the boogie baby Uhh, to the boogie-oogie-oogie Yeah, […]
Believe In Me
Where’s the love we had ?When did it go bad ?Or am I just insecure ?I give all I canBaby I’m your manTell me what you’re in this forRemind me I can’t go onI know not what to doMy heart is wornI feel as If I’m throughPlease believe in me‘Cause what I need is for […]
Basement
Yeah …locked in the basementI’m so paranoid I’m all incased and I can’t escapeand when I look up, mothers looking downand when I wake up, mothers not around cause if you want you can haveeverything that I’ve gotcause if you wantyou can take it all away from meaway from me x 2 Nobodies perfect, but […]
Baby Mama Drama
Yeah…uh…yeah…uhGrand Puba…yeah…uhLet’s talk about it, huh [Hook]If ya have a kid with a chick then I hope that chu’ love herThere’s no stress like Baby MotherSome of these girls use a baby to get back at a brotherCause it ain’t the same as it wasSome cats bounce, leave the chick to play the daddy and […]
Arnold Layne
Arnold Layne had a strange hobbyCollecting clothesMoonshine washing lineThey suit him fineOn the wall hung a tall mirrorDistorted view, see through baby blueOh, Arnold LayneIt’s not the same, takes two to knowTwo to know, two to knowWhy can’t you see?Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne Now he’s caught – a nasty sort of […]