thoughts, cause I'll not need them. Whatever it is, I can do it on my own. Just gotta concentrate, and realize my goals. All these barricades in my way
, "Who's that dude?", I don't even know his name I laid hands on her, I never stoop so low again I guess I don't know my own strength Just gonna stand
old I learned my lesson then 'Cause I wasn't trying to impress my friends no more But I already told you my whole life story Not just based on my description
with trash on each side But I was Mario Andretti When daddy let me drive I'm grown up now three daughters of my own I let them drive my old Jeep across
thier feet with heat nobody loves, you can feel the cold in thier hugs at each man checks his weapon that protects his life and last thing on my mind
, that's that fire, that's that "have you calm" shit You with a lot of dudes, that's that Elton John shit Ahh, to each his own, I like a fruit that's
the child that can hold his own God Bless the woman that can hold patron God Bless the homegirl that drove us home No strings attached, like a cordless phone You see my
faded tree's prepared and properly cultivated I nursed 'em, sprayed down, no chemicals just me and my buddy, ya hear me now never treat ya wrong, to each his own
Mass Retain Anderson/Squire My eyes convinced, eclipsed with the younger moon attained with love. It changed as almost strained amidst clear manna from above. I crucified my
're whole My eyes convinced, eclipsed with the younger moon attained with love It changed as almost strained amidst clear Manna from above I crucified my
day But everyone i ever cared about remained Would i tan or would i fade? So every morning he wake Spend his day at the daybreak And every spoonful he take Be of something his own
that dude I don't even know his name I laid hands on her I'll never stoop so low again I guess I don't know my own strength [Refrain - Rihanna] Just
Lookin' at my own eyes in the rear view Catchin' flash backs of our eye contact Wish I could lay ya on your stomach and caress your back I would hold ya in my
shit ahhh, to each his own, I like a fruit thats grown I like a bad bitch from a decent home me and Tip, thats that pimpin' that we preachin' on and everybody
where you are Take my hand and I will never give up hope You inhabit my heart 4. Home © Vigoda 1993 I am holding something precious It is mine, but not my own
with trash on each side, but I was Mario Andretti When daddy let me drive I'm grown up now three daughters of my own I let them drive my old Jeep across
Looking at my own eyes in the rear view Catching flashbacks of our eye contact Wish I could lay you on your stomach and caress your back I would hold you in my
it I stay on the grind all night a??til my feet go numb Blowina?? moa?? weed than Cheech & Chong Livina?? by the motto: To each his own Got speed, its
