Theme Park Tycoon 2 Ringtones

Carry on my wayward son There'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry no more Ah Once I rose above the noise and confusion Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man Though my mind could think I still was a mad man I hear the voices when I'm dreaming, I can hear them say Carry on my wayward son, There'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry no more Masquerading as a man with a reason My charade is the event of the season And if I claim to be a wise man, Well, it surely means that I don't know On a stormy sea of moving emotion Tossed about, I'm like a ship on the ocean I set a course for winds of fortune, But I hear the voices say Carry on my wayward son There'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry no more no! Carry on, You will always remember Carry on, Nothing equals the splendor Now your life's no longer empty Surely heaven waits for you Carry on my wayward son There'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry, Don't you cry no more, No more!

Starin' at the candle Feel the pain on me, nigga, it don't matter Got my currency exchanged, got my bands up (Wheezy outta here) I'm a ty-tycoon, that's why they hate me 'Til they throw the sheets on me I'm goin' crazy Got Balencis on my feet, they can't take me I know I ain't gon' be deceased 'til I'm like 80 I been gettin' so damn geeked, I been prayin' I been chinchilla sheet wherever I'm stayin' Took that Draco on the PJ, I ain't playin' I ain't goin', no, no, street's dangerous Ain't got Activis, so fuck it, I had to red it I sent hitters from everywhere, they had to dead it You know my niggas, they bangin' the same color as spaghetti I got my transport up and I got my Getty I'm gettin' the passports stamped, we goin' steady They try to cut a nigga throat off with a machete I know my lil' bro's gon' kick the door in and let that lead hit I'm not an imposer so I'm tryna find an exit They know it's a thousand cutters hittin' off if they come for me Uno gang, twenty-seven, they gon' gun for me ABK gon' broad day, he go'n get it done for I'ma big dog, they a lil' son to me I'm a ty-tycoon, that's why they hate me 'Til they throw the sheets on me I'm goin' crazy Got Balencis on my feet, they can't take me I know I ain't gon' be deceased 'til I'm like 80 I been gettin' so damn geeked, I been prayin' I been chinchilla sheet wherever I'm stayin' Took that Draco on the PJ, I ain't playin' I ain't goin', no, no, street's dangerous Fully auto on the seat they let you take it I ain't going no, no, no, I'ma spray you Let my dog's off the leash, you gon' hate it Twin choppers on me, they my favorite, yeah, yeah Catch me rollin' in the Ghost, Patrick Swayze Travelin' all across the coast for this gravy Buyin' gold by the pound, I upgraded I came from Lil' Mexico, a nigga made it Posted up outside the store I'm the greatest If you can make it out the bricks that's amazing I got my gang from out the 6, ain't no tradin' You know the side was two guns blazin' I'm a ty-tycoon, that's why they hate me (I'm a ty-tycoon) 'Til they throw the sheets on me I'm goin' crazy (Throw the sheets on me) Got Balencis on my feet, they can't take me (Got Balencis on me) I know I ain't gon' be deceased 'Til I'm like 80 (Yeah, ain't gon' be deceased, no) I been gettin' so damn geeked I been prayin' (Yeah, I'm geeked, man, I'm geeked up) I been chinchilla sheet Wherever I'm stayin' (Got my chinchilla sheets up) Took that Draco on the PJ I ain't playin' (Took the Draco on the P, whaddup) I ain't goin', no, no, Street's dangerous (Goin' no, no, street's dangerous) Yeah, ain't goin' no, no (Ain't goin', no, no) Street's dangerous (Trap) Ain't goin', no, no Yeah, what you do? I been chinchilla all of my sheet wherever I'm stayin' I been gettin' so damn geeked, I been prayin' Took that Draco on the PJ, I ain't playin' I ain't goin', no, no (Ain't goin', ain't goin') Starin' at the candle Feel the pain on me, nigga, it don't matter Get my currency exchange, got my bands up