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built to waste you
You want power, freedom

One by one the lives turn over
If you don't jump your life is over
Guess now all that matters
When your
built to waste you
You want power, freedom

One by one the lives turn over
If you don't jump your life is over
Guess now all that matters
When your
The craze for pleasure
Steadily grows;
Cocktails and laughter,
But what comes after?
Nobody knows!
You're weaving love into a mad jazz pattern,
Ruled by
The craze for pleasure
Steadily grows;
Cocktails and laughter,
But what comes after?
Nobody knows!
You're weaving love into a mad jazz pattern,
Ruled by
They're amused

We slip right by, and ignore
This sable scene
We've lives to live
It's all for one you see
Why should we think to care?
Won't we soon
The craze for pleasure
Steadily grows;
Cocktails and laughter,
But what comes after?
Nobody knows!
You're weaving love into a mad jazz pattern,
Ruled by
The craze for pleasure
Steadily grows;
Cocktails and laughter,
But what comes after?
Nobody knows!
You're weaving love into a mad jazz pattern,
Ruled by
Stand by me my sister stand by me now
Having my days and I've seen your ways
Sing it and have it set a nasty craze
So I reach a state
Turn a new page
He is the flame
He draws me in
That burns within
It's a pain, it's so sweet, oh
The fix, the craze, by now he needs
Only I can't breathe
And I just
three little kids
You live by it, then you die by it, can you dig
Yeah, thought your mama told ya
But now I see you on the streets, you a thug, yeah you's
They think they can hold us down forever
But no one can beat us out of phase
We live hard, creatin' all the terror
The government is shaded by our
you must face your own fate
no straight path so is life nothing is straight
maybe one day you'll wake up and realize
you the live by the sword you die
broad day
By a craze lunatic with a gun
Who just happened to work on the same block in a library book depository
Where the President would go for
writin' struck by lightning
Pop you gone changed, who planned it
What planet? I thought I had it, damn it
Amazing craze lost in a speed chase
My mind is
broad day
By a craze lunatic with a gun
Who just happened to work on the same block in a library book depository
Where the President would go for
News Reporter:
Well, it seems they're in the news again.  The 2 Live Crew has
started a dance craze that has basically taken the nation by
storm!
the basket with plastic 
I smoke blunts on the regular fuck peelin' caps 
Tryin' to make a million dollars out a quarter ounce 
Gettin' chased by the five O
chuckle path- dispatch trouble.
I've never seen the water so high in my poison life. Social conduct, 20 pace, about face, self destruct. I know the key
I met him by Snake Pond, my hand on the flamer, my bomb
I park, Rae, Ghost, then lit up the bong
It's nightfall, nothing here, nothing to fear
The industry is dead, long live the king
Drop from a head shot, and it didn't feel a thing
Woke up this morning with the world in my hand
Money in
d'you think the roots will buy them out? 
When d'you think the roots will buy them out? 

Crooked minds under gray skies
They can't live 'til
pavin
the way for ragin, Techaholics, makin havens
Next to all this hate and craze and death, we call it a place of consummation
of perfection,
and that's merely
Or should I say a mere, help to my career
I'm really not into fashion or craze
Just the one who pays and how soon I get a raise
You're
damn well, we are some partying mothafuckas

Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
Tired of these dances by these fucking backpackers
that's hype
But my stripes, marks me by champ
Check out the bass coming from the power amp
I'm the controller and like the Ayatollah
I used to live in