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Woke up in the morning
Asked myself
Is life worth living in hell?
I can’t blame myself
Mama did her best
Raising me right
Now being grown up I see misery
Hate and jealousy
I need you in my life
To share the joy of life
See success and live large
Until the day we die
People warn me
When you are atop
There is envy
Many niggaz had gone
I pray they rest in peace
They never lived up to their dreams
What more can I hold on
Keep my head up
And hustle hard
Until my number is called
Chorus
You have won my heart
You have won my tomorrow
I can’t live without you
We must do a bridal
My instinct alarms me
To find the dream girl of my life
Here I come, pleading for your love
I’m caught up in fantasy
To fall in love with you
Hug you, kiss you
Make love to you
Till sunrise never surrender to you
I’m prove I ‘m a man of my words
Fulfil all the promise I made to you
Since we first met
That I care for you
And wouldn’t let you down
Chorus
You have won my heart
You have won my tomorrow
I can’t live without you
We must do a bridal
To lift off your stress
Lay your sexy body on my arms
Watch me massage you
As you massage me
I pray to lord, so you are mine
Fulfilling your dreams in fashionable way
Never let you down
Till we rest in peace
You told me
Your past was a living hell
Men lied to you
They never live up to their promises
You don’t know whom to trust
Who to love
Now you learn lesson
To get to know who to be with
Before giving your heart away
Chorus
You have won my heart
You have won my tomorrow
I can’t live without you
We must do a bridal
What more can I say
What can I do?
I make my way to NYC
The city of joy
Pursuing your love
So we can be together
Share our dreams of life
Make babies
Live in luxury
Save some money for our kids to inherit
We are meant to be together
Destiny as couple
I wonder how my life would be
Without you in my life
Guest I blow to the street
Beg little changes to survive
Or surrender my soul
To the mighty lord
Chorus
You have won my heart
You have won my tomorrow
I can’t live without you
We must do a bridal
By Momodou S. Sawaneh
JAN. 7TH 2000