• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Introducing - O'Ryan
• Introducing - Robert Miles
• Introducing - Boys Night Out

Ladies and gentlemen
Introducing Lil'O
Yo,You ready homie
We 'bout to let the know how we do
Y'all ain't ready.
Y'all ain't ready
Y'all ain't ready
Now I'm just in time for my game
Never see me with out new braids
Rockin fresh slippers and a shirt with the team name
And you,you wanna do what i do
When you get it Ima move on to something new
Quit playin yourself nd tryin to be Lil Zane
It's my time (my time) to shine (to shine) I waited long enough in line
All my people if you ready let me hear you halla ooh,ooh,ooh,ooh,ooh
For those who don't know
I have a brotha called Big O
And just like he did his name
I'm 'bout to let y'all know my name
They call me
Ooh,ooh,ooh,what's my name,
What's my name
Ooh,ooh,ooh,whats my name O'RYAN
When I was younger I used to dream about this day
I be standin up on stage
People all around and the young
Screamin my name
It's a beautiful life
Everywhere i go i gotta do it my way
I don't leave the ciy until I rock the stage
Then when I'm done
I'm hosting the after party
It's my time to shine
I waited long enough in line
All my people if you hear me
Let me hear you holla ooh ooh ooh
For those who dont know
I got a brotha called Big O
And just like he did his name
I'm 'bout to let ya'll know my name
They call me
Ooh,ooh,ooh,whats my name
Whats my name
Ooh,ooh,ooh whats my name O'RYAN
What's my name
Ooh,ooh,ooh whats my name O'RYAN
Young Rome and I'm serious
You know my status is Platinum
For the hearing impaired it's closed captioned
I'm the main attraction
Young Rome A.K.A. Young Rich Guy
That's real talk
This is for all the disfacts
O'Ryan young boy with a golden voice
Every young ladies choice
Keepin them moist
Shootin for the number one spot with a bullet man
No stress on the brain
We runnin this game
All you haters get served like all derves
Homie we pimpers
Me and my shorty rock his and hers
I migt buy some cowboy boots with spurs crossfire parked on the curb
Look in to my sleepy eye girl i'm telling the truth even when I lie
Mami you can't deny
I'm a lover not a hater
Butanguan light your lighters

Staring at her straight in the eyes...
So profoundly, almost able to see, understand something invisible,
intangible pure and innocent or simply spontaneous.
Seeking the touch the breath and the warmth of that body with eyes half
closed, she listened to the beat of her heart and ... she smiled.
. Like ... a succession of shivers...
running through your bones.
In the air...
invisible
energy
provides
the key to global understanding without words

[Doctor:]
Test, check. Well, he's been released again today, and I'm back where I started.
Looking over old notes, listening to tapes, wondering how bad I potentially messed up this time.
The wounds seem to be healing, and he seems to be getting along
without his appendages, and I know he seems fine,
But 'seems' can be a very dangerous word, especially in this business, it can be fatal.
Initial Diagnosis: Catatonic. And I know he's back there somewhere,
but there's just no response whatsoever, to any kind of stimulus.
We'll start him with medication tomorrow, for sure.
This man's tragedy has made him a prisoner in his own body.
And it's not just tragedy, it's dementia, despair;
it's this hole I can see in each of his eyes,
where all the events that happen in this real world kind of just fall through.
It's loneliness in it's most crippling form, the kind that no amount of love,
or human contact, could ever mend.
The patient was plagued by violent nightmares, terrible, deeply troubling dreams,
which one night overflowed in to reality, and he murdered his wife, in his sleep.
These people were in love, deeply in love.
And it was that love filling those holes that I can now see behind his eyes.
And it's my job to try and fill those holes with something else.
But with what? Hope? I can try to fill those holes with drugs, soothing words, but that's all.
I hope his wounds will heal with time, but right now, things aren't looking good.
[Boys Night Out:]
The lines I wear around my wrist are there to prove that I exist.
The lines I wear around my wrist are there to prove that I exist.
The lines I wear around my wrist are there to prove that I exist.
The lines I wear around my wrist are there to prove that I exist.
The lines I wear around my wrist are there to prove that I exist.
[Patient:]
The lines around my wrists, the infection seems to be getting better.
It's in the center of my torso, behind my eyes and in the back of my head.
Something is eating me alive from the inside out.
[Doctor:]
Well that's grief of your loss.
[Patient:]