BILL WHEN ARE YOU COMING BACK. © 1970 Jobete Music Corporation. Written by Pam Sawyer. As performed by The Supremes from the Motown Lp RIGHT ON. . Every morning waiting for the mailman to come..
Who you foolin. only foolin (2X). . (Dove). Yo, I stay cousin to this, introducing Mr. Dave Banner. Scannin proper with my sight muscle. This rap shit, is just my night hustle.
(AZ). Yeah. this is it right here. this defines me.. Turn my mic up. let's do it, let's do it.. . Spirit of Marcus Garvey, Farad Muhammad. Medgar Evars and Bob Marley, I'm God-Body.
oh yeah oh, oh real shit. I did you wrong and baby girl i cant change that. but i wrote this song cuz girl i dont want your heart to remain that way i left it girl.
"I get high, I get high, I get high, I get high. I get high, I get high, I get high, I get high. I get high on your memory, high on your memory. HIGH on your memory".
[Verse 1:]. You supposed to be that nigga,. You got a dime on ya side,. (So why you foollin? with me ?),. Listen I ain?t bein? reckless. I?m just tryin? to get this record straight,.
Touch, lying on the floor. Wishing this could last. But knowing that it can't. And soon you will leave. . And I will be on the floor. Watching the TV, trying hard to find a reason to move.
I know where you've been. As surely as you stand there. You're seeing her again. Don't say you haven't been there. . It's in your eyes. There's no misunderstanding.
And when his tiny head emerged. From hair and folds of skin. I thought to myself if he only knew. He would climb right back in. . I do, I do, I do. I do, I do, I do.
You used to be this little girl around the way. But you've grown up and now you got me feelin' things. Your body's talkin' and that's no lie. And I've been waitin' for the subject to arise.
Good morning Mr Crenshaw, are you free?. . First stop, second floor. You might find just what you're looking for. (Got that). D&G, Christian Dior. Rockafeller, get your dollars at the door.
Come someone who can cry. Someone who is I am. In their eyes I'll follow you. . You're going into the dark feet without a brain. Smarter for my heart and I try to feel like.
Something has stuck in. Underneath my skin. Eyes all looking in. For something within. Somewhere in here. . Now, everything I say. Gives this all away.
The same old story. A girl meets a boy. And they fall in love too fast. But there's nobody. Who can reason with you. Before that sensation comes to pass.
Mom was cooking bread. She wore a dirty raggety scarf around her head. Always had her stockings low. Rolled to her feet, she just didn't know. She wore a sloppy dress.
How long has that evening train been gone. I want to know. How long has that evening train been gone. . I have a babe that was standing at the station.
Your inner scream haunts me. Your tantalizing taunts me. Your inner scream haunts me. Your tantalizing taunts me. . Your inner scream haunts me. Your tantalizing taunts me.