Vẻ hào nhoáng sang trọng là thứ mà mọi người luôn ao ước, nhưng chính sự trưởng thành trong khó khăn mới thực sự làm người ta ngưỡng mộ.
Francis Bacon
Falling in love again I guess I'm falling, falling
Falling in love again this time with you, with you
Falling in love again I guess I'm falling, falling
I guess I'm falling in love with you
Just like the first time when I saw your pretty face
Well you asked me if I'll forget my baby.
I guess I will, someday;
I don't like it, but I guess things happen that way.
You asked me if I'll get along.
I guess I will, someway;
I don't like it, but I guess things happen that way.
Doctor, there's something wrong with me
My health is not all that it used to be
My heart is out of beat, I got chokers on my feet
My eyesight's getting dimmer, I can't see
Doctor thanks for seeing me today, I'm glad,
Fetch down the fiddle, rosin up the bow
Don’t play me nothing on the radio
Don’t make me remember the alamo
I’m feeling like a little bit of cotton eyed joe
No ragin’ cajun crawfish stew
Let us pause in life's pleasures and count its many tears
While we all sup sorrow with the poor.
There's a song that will linger forever in our ears,
Oh, hard times, come again no more.
'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary.
Hard times, hard times, come again no more.
From the 1996 release "Feed The Fire"
Words and music by Alan O'Day
She looks kinda pretty, the music is slow
I walk up to her table and I say "hello"
[Machine talking]
1st message, Tuesday 2:13 p.m.
[Kay Slay]
Yo, it's the drama king nigga, you true for true my nigga,
Stop, look and listen baby that's my philosophy
If your rubberneckin' baby well that's all right with me
Stop, look and listen baby that's my philosophy
It's called rubberneckin' baby but that's all right with me
Some people say I'm wasting time yeah, but they don't really know
I like what I see I see what I like yeah, it gives me such a glow
Okay, ocean view, glass house, room full of haters,
Thick game, make a faithful bitch start cheating.
I’m blessing to these hoes, got ‘em praying for no reason,
Got real niggers whop me in on my own cassiday.
I ate it, beat it and tongue wash cleaned it,
Niggers start tripping, press ‘em, clean us.
I
got a condo in ManhattanBaby girl, what's happening?
You and your ass invited
So gon' and get to clappin'
So pop it for a pimp
Pop it for me
