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Albums:

Catch as Catch Can (Kim Wilde) · Catch as Catch Can (Glue) · Catch as Catch Can (Kim Wilde) · Catch the Catch (C.C. Catch) · Catch as Catch Can [Bonus CD] (Glue) · Catch as Catch Can (Kim Wilde) · Enough Is Enough (Billy Squier) · Enough Is Enough/Hear & Now/Creatures of Habit (Billy Squier) · Enough Is Enough (Robbie Rivera) · Are You Man Enough? (Betty Blowtorch) – and 90 other albums »


to catch this drift
And what I wouldn't give to meet a kindred
Enough about me, let's talk about you for a minute
Enough about you, let's talk about life
wrong
Don't you think nineteen is too young
To be played by your dark twisted games, when I loved you so?
I should've known

You are an expert at sorry,
are an expert at sorry,
And keeping the lines blurry
Never impressed by me acing your tests
All the girls that you've run dry
Have tired, lifeless
Uh-huh

Catch me in the mall
You know I buy it out.
G5 planes, yeah I fly it out.
Nigga in the back look like Lex
In them 28's and
Oh you can't get
like me hold tecs, are you the same too?
Goin through the emotions, of gun holdin
Long shotguns down my pants leg limpin
Killer bee who still livin,
are an expert at sorry,
And keeping the lines blurry
Never impressed by me acing your tests
All the girls that you've run dry
Have tired, lifeless
promising us
To be gold
And shine enough
That we don't have to live by the rules
We'll make our own up

Someday
I will draw the line
And try to catch
body shaped
Shaped like a bottle
Save it till tomorrow
I'm like Zorro
CC leaving marks on your titties
Love you in your Nikes
The sweet sea breeze
body shaped
Shaped like a bottle
Save it till tomorrow
I'm like Zorro
CC leaving marks on your titties
Love you in your Nikes
The sweet sea breeze
the love you lost
'Cause now I'm sitting here with the man I sent away long ago
It sounded really loud
They said it really loud
On the radio
Whoa, oh,
our groove 
My magic man my Brooklyn boy I wonder 
I rub your shoulders and impress that you was under 
Late night rides out to sunrise 
Catch
arms are breaking
I can't tell you enough
It's discouraging when you say
Please hear me out with a curse to accent
The sentences you make
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
love you girls though you ain't mine 
I wish my arms was long enough to hug you all of the same time 

I'm callin (Yeah maybe I'm selfish) 
Out to (I
like me hold tecs, are you the same too?
Goin through the emotions, of gun holdin
Long shotguns down my pants leg limpin
Killer bee who still livin,
right away,
you will be thrilled, because the other seat is filled
by a long-standing friend of yours.
Action!

Well, here we are face to face once
enough to break New York from Long Island)

Grew up in Wyndanch, formerly known as Crime-Danch
Me and my mans we travel lands to find jams
Where
no one is crazy enough to love me but you

You see, girl you know I try
You are the completion of I
As long as we're in love
I'll never be ready to die
the club shit, have you wildin' out when you bump this
(hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough
out of control, never won an ESPY
Bout to buy a black ghost and call that shit SP
Flow outta this World, I'm coming for my Moon man
You niggas slide
everything you need.
See, your catch for the day, is me... on a platter.
It's chef boy R. Kellz, remix, I'm the writer
Now I recommend you do the taste test
that street
And you ain't got enough to eat
The glitter rubs right off and you're nowhere
They say the girls are somethin' else
On Broadway (on
that street
And you ain't got enough to eat
The glitter rubs right off and you're nowhere
They say the girls are somethin' else
On Broadway (on
that street
And you ain't got enough to eat
The glitter rubs right off and you're nowhere
They say the girls are somethin' else
On Broadway (on
it
Who do I catch bitch?

Real rock, rap and not a Xerox, we're not
Enough to make ya fear a lot, from here watch
I ran scrimmage, and I fought