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Rockville LP [Best Buy Exclusive] (O.A.R.) · The Rockville LP (O.A.R.) · MTV2 Album Covers: Dashboard Confessional & REM (Dashboard Confessional) · MTV2 Album Covers: Dashboard Confessional & REM (Dashboard Confessional) · Peter Buck Presents: The REM Collection, Vol. 3 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · 10 B / Rem. (Les Négresses Vertes) · Why Dont You Try Me(Best Of) (Ry Cooder) · A Chain Dont Take to Me (Bob Luman) · I Dont Believe in Miracles (Colin Blunstone) · Baby Dont Get Hooked on Me (Ace Cannon) – and 90 other albums »


to an empty house
Sit around all by yourself
I know it might sound strange but I believe
You'll be coming back before too long

Don't go back to Rockville
Don't
home to an empty house
Sit around all by yourself
I know it might sound strange but I believe
You'll be coming back before too long

Don't go back
to an empty house, sit around all by yourself
I know it might sound strange, but I believe
You'll be coming back before too long

[Chorus]
Don't go back
Flashback to 1983,
Chronic Town was their first EP
Later on came Reckoning
Finster's art, and titles to match: 
South Central Rain, Don't Go Back
go back to Rockville, don't go back to Rockville
Don't go back to Rockville and waste another year

At night I drink myself to sleep
And pretend I
to an empty house sit around all by yourself 
I know it might sound strange but I believe 
You'll be coming back before too long 

Don't go back
to an empty house sit around all by yourself 
I know it might sound strange but I believe 
You'll be coming back before too long 

Don't go back
smothered by the other kind
No so divine so I heard it through the grapevine
Sent the feds out to get mine
Time yo-yo to go Bronco in 90-91
Laughin' while
keep it movin' it around like rems that don't stop. 
now twist ya hips mami' lick ya lip for me drop it and make it sway.
Now she stirring up the mix
Strikin' the belly of the seed to make it vomit
Things of beings is unseen by men
in shapes and form, never been dreamed by men
The word of God, always
name 
Is not David Copper-Filled 
Pockets, never net a man 
Who don't hate it 
So let it be stated 
Niggas couldn't fade it with an 
Edit
And you know how it go, 'cause it rarely'll change
Everybody got a license and a alias name

We don't smoke when we hustle and none of us talk
Back
dancers
Bitin' is forbidden pah, pay that tax
And don't you ever look at us funny, boy, we'll bring rap back

And that'll hurt you like Superman, chased by
at us funny, boy, we'll bring rap back.
And that'll hurt you like Superman, chased by a group of men.
With dyna-mics, real hip-hop'll do you in.
For
beneficial
To the groups that go by three initals
So they try to discredit
They'll dog you with an edit
Print the words the way you never said it
But we gotta
And you know how it go, 'cause it rarely'll change
Everybody got a license and a alias name

We don't smoke when we hustle and none of us talk
Back
and stroll
Stop and go, cop an old up town choppin
Choppin for dough, prophisise
Monopolize ingrown, pull back with no remorse
The horse power cross bow
Yo I was sold to a sick European by a rich African battlin'
Middle Passages, I can't go back again
Battlin' years of denyin' history, lies
Yo I was sold to a sick European by a rich African battlin'
Middle Passages, I can't go back again
Battlin' years of denyin' history, lies
a classic modern figure
Brooklyn it don't matter if you holler or whisper
Your coming through clan, 'cause I'm right here with ya
Ain't gotta edit the slang,
Little do you know, why'all gonna hear this one (The suns shinin')
Loud and clear, bright and early
Listen..

[Verse 1: Mos Def]
I don't hate players,
of life
Anythin but that mean you don't give a fuck about your's
Until ya door's kicked in by Mac-eleven machine men
Army green men but not the ones
influence is foolish, that was my views
I’m back at it, the rap addict, by any means
We gon get these stacks accurate, no skinny jeans
Say he ain’t a star,
stay right by a nigga like me and you'll get blessed
Ain't fuckin' with that, down 'cause of what I got
That's how a nigga get sprung in the back part
cash man
I'm rollin' lets start the tape like a car chase
Live like a star, eccentric with bizarre taste
I got a house in a far place, I don't back down