NIGHTS LIKE THESE - Benson Boone

Nights like these make me wanna go and see my B Make me wanna sing a melody It make me wanna It make me wanna I said nights like these make me wanna go and see my B Make me wanna sing a melody It make me wanna It make me wanna I said nights like these make me wanna go and see my B Make me wanna sing a melody It make me wanna I make time for you that's I know you special Cuz I'm always in my bag whenever we not together Told myself I gotta lock ya down I know it's now or never Can't let another nigga cuff you won't let that shit happen ever no Cuz when you touch on me I start to see my destiny I start thinking is this meant to be I think it might be It just might be I been falling for you slightly Something about your aura just entice me And you won't never find another like me Yo ex ain't got shit on me Respectfully And playing games I don't time for it Yeah you fine but bottom line I don't waste time you know it Yo mama showed me them pictures You was a Tom boy That mean she like me if talkin bout old times huh Let's take a trip down memory lane And hold hands while we walk through the rain I'm here for you when up and in pain I won't never change I won't never change cuz Nights like these make me wanna go and see my B Make me wanna sing a melody It make me wanna It make me wanna I know you happy that I'm here And it ain't because the diamonds in my ear It ain't because the wealthy life that I live It ain't because I opened up to you and shed a tear It's cuz you see yourself being with me for 100 years You know your futures here For real When you get to the crib I throw on some Marvin Gaye Baby face We got that old school love shit that's why they hate Tell ya daddy imma have you home way later than 8 Cuz I can't say goodnight without love like the OJays I feel funny when ya gone I get excited when ya home But I don't never let ya know I can't never let ya know cuz I been hurt before And I ain't trynna let that happen no more But you different tho I said you different tho I said you different tho Cuz Nights like these make me wanna go and see my B Make me wanna sing a melody It make me wanna It make me wanna Nights like these make me wanna go and see my B Make me wanna sing a melody It make me wanna It make me wanna

City Sidewalks Busy Sidewalks Dressed in Holiday Style In the Air There's a Feeling of Christmas Children Laughing People Passing Meeting Smile After Smile And On Every Street Corner You'll Hear Chorus: Silver Bells, Silver Bells Silver Bells, Silver Bells It's Christmas Time in the City Hear Them Ring, Hear Them Ring Ring a Ling, Ring a Ling Soon It Will Be Christmas Day Chorus: Silver Bells, Silver Bells Silver Bells, Silver Bells It's Christmas Time in the City Hear Them Ring, Hear Them Ring Ring a Ling, Ring a Ling Soon It Will Be Christmas Day Soon It Will Be Christmas Day

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas Just like the ones I used to know Where the treetops glisten and children listen To hear sleigh bells in the snow I'm dreaming of a white Christmas With every Christmas card I write May your days be merry and bright And may all your Christmases be white (I'm dreaming of a white Christmas Just like the ones I used to know) Where the treetops glisten and children listen To hear sleigh bells in the snow I'm dreaming of a white Christmas...

Boone had a colt and a frying pan A quarter horse, American Half a heart, fully a man And the greed of Eve and ol' Satan Boone stole nickels and Boone stole dimes To fill the hole and mask his pride Though his mother said that the way of life Was ever better in a poor man's mind But Boone found that he had no peace Licking the dirt and kicking the streets Till he gambled a cent and came back with three Bad bad Boone became a thief No good could be found in Boone No Robin Hood and no whistled tune To the guilt of God he was immune As that cursed greed just grew and grew He had no wife, no boundary line No cowboy code or moral sight No child that he wouldn't fight No widow safe from the cheatin' lies What hurt another, ain't hurt him He'd do anything for a pretty little gem A coin in the bank, worth a whole damn limb Cash ever flowing, spirit so grim Rich in pocket, poor in love His soul went down and the money went up He died before he could fill his cup And what a pointless life that was Ain't no money gonna bring Boone back From dust he came and that's what lasts Good ol' dirt, we all shall pass The rich the poor, both withered grass Here lays Boone, so fully man Forgotten on his piece of land And buried with his frying pan And the greed of Eve and ol' Satan