There's a cold wind blowing Downtown tonight Oh, I'm all done Walking around, I don't feel right I'm so used to feeling warm Having you hanging on my
One foot on the mountain And the other one in the stream All kind of trouble And I'm caught in between I can't change my way of doin' It's gonna lay
The moss hangs like witches hair from the big oak tree And from across the swamp there comes riding on the breeze The sound -- the sound -- Bi-Yo rhythm
white cars and I put that on everything White Benz, white Porsche, white Bent White Range, white vet, white brains All white everything, all white everything All white
to the little white church Take me down (Take me down) You better take me down (Take me down) Take me down to the little white church Take me down to the little white
here to stay yeah Chorus: Yeah! (White Knuckle Ride) Gonna make it better (White Knuckle Ride, I'm on it baby) Yeah! (White Knuckle Ride) Gonna make it right (White
My head is stuck in the clouds, she begs me to come down Says, "Boy, quit foolin' around" I told her, "I love the view from up here, warm sun and wind
change While strangely holy, come for a rain Darling White demon, widen your heart's scope White demon, who let your friends go? White demon, widen your heart's scope White
Radio, radio Tell me what I wanna know, wanna know I've been wide awake staying up all night Waiting for a song that will make me feel alright Breakin
white striped gloves You can have many things, I can get'cha what you want But you're never gonna get, Girl, that is my white striped gloves White
perfect time It?s time for another white lie White lies just another white lie I did it to get close to you And I will tell a million more White lies just another white
I see a man in a white car Move like a ghost on the skyline Take all your dreams And you throw them away Man in a white car
white liar The truth comes out a little at a time And it spreads just like a fire Slips off of your tongue like turpentine And I don't know why, white
me, like me I know you boys wanna fight me, fight me I know where yo kids and yo wife be, wife be Bust a nigga head to the white meat, white meat I
was a small town There in my rearview mirror disappearing now And it's too late for you and your white horse Now it's too late for you and your white
so bright And may all your Christmases be white (May your days be merry and bright) And may all your Christmases be white I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
be telling you white lies, oh Yeah, I'd be telling you white lies, oh The dark, it comes to light, yeah (And I'd be telling you white lies) The dark,