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| Song: | Nothing Compares To Love |
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Lyrics:
One time in my life, I had everything Money, cars, houses, clothes and I had diamond rings But what goes up must come down, I can tell it, y'all Time has so fast to played now, I have nothing at all But nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing is greater than love Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing is greater than love It was a family that had seen, green station wagons Windows rolled down, and the muffler dragging 98 degrees, not a breeze passing Next to them, cold AC blasting Selfish eyes, singing 'bout being implied Me and that man, looking eye to eye Seven kids and a wife, in a beat up wagon (Please) God forgive me, for all that boasting and bragging Now y'all tell me how important is that Running round talking 'bout my pockets is fat But I do it but it really ain't my lifestyle Fake hugs, fake friends, fake pounds, fake smiles I've bless y'all I confess y'all To the north and south, east and west y'all So little boys and girls all over the earth Nothing in the world is worth what you worth One time in my life, I had everything Money, cars, houses, clothes and I had diamond rings But what goes up must come down, I can tell it, y'all Time has so fast to played now, I have nothing at all But nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing is greater than love Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing is greater than love Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Okay, dude got the hottest new corner block (why?) And dude even got the new Jacob watch (what?) And your mama don't care and your daddy straight missing Your clothes out of style and your wrists ain't greasy And dude even got the girl that you like And you're saying to yourself, Lord, that ain't right Then dude go to jail, then dude get out Then dude get rich and you're stuck without Then your main man try to make the dude some dope (aw-aw) Your little sister's pregnant and she thinks it's a joke Just keep your feet planted on the ghetto ground But don't pay attention to them ghetto sounds 'Cause it ain't where you're from, it's where you're going And I can get it on without my tags showing Then the cash money millionaires going break up For real, y'all, young dudes better wake up One time in my life, I had everything Money, cars, houses, clothes and I had diamond rings But nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing is greater than love Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing is greater than love
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