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Talk Talk Talk (The Psychedelic Furs) · The Psychedelic Furs/Talk Talk Talk/Forever Now/Mirror Moves/Midnight to Midnight (The Psychedelic Furs) · Talk Talk Talk [Expanded] (The Psychedelic Furs) · Talk Talk Talk (The Psychedelic Furs) · Hedley (Hedley) · Hedley (Hedley) · Hedley [Enhanced] (Hedley) · Hedley [Bonus Tracks] (Hedley) · Talk Talk Video 45 (Talk Talk) · Why Dont You Try Me(Best Of) (Ry Cooder) – and 90 other albums »


Fun Fun Fun in the fluffy chair
Flame up the herb
Woof down the beer

Hi
I'm your video DJ
I always talk like I'm wigged out on quaaludes
I
Don't talk to strangers 
Bolt your front door, don't make eye contact 
Buy a crook lock, wear your flak vest to the supermarket 

It makes me shudder
music
Kiss while we do it
Talk till we both turn blue
Baby, if you wanna leave
Come to California, be a freak like me, too

Leather black and eyes of blue
shots, call it Don Julio
But they don't really see me though
But they don't really see me though
All night, life like a video
Prime time, something like
He was a stranger in london at night
And he felt alone so he followed a light
Into a bar where the music was loud
He ordered a pint and got lost in
And the champagne's always cold
And the music is always good
And the pretty girls just happened to stop by in the hood
And they hop their pretty ass up on the hood
and you never get old
And the champagne's always cold
And the music is always good
And the pretty girls just happen stop by in the hood
And they hop
Beyonce
Both of these rappers are whack
Yet people talk smack about 40 Delefante
The music industry is usin the slang
And trying to play it off like
Dislodge bullets real fast what a chop' do (Blaow)
I'm Gucci Mane, LaFlare, I tote a glock like a cop do
We don't talk to strangers, we cop bangers
is under this roof?
And can you know a stranger
So quickly under this moon?

So go away, come back again
I'll shut you out, I'll pull you in
Don't go
talk,
Well your livish live and your booty-lisius
But not perticually lean nutrishus,
Chorus:
But you need it,
Don't ya baby?
But your nothing with out
Shit all we do online is diss and talk bad, and we bash
Total strangers
Hope's endangered
Glad to see my homie's made it back from Iraq
But his limbs
Yeah I see you know what i'm sayin I ain't tryin to go out like that
nigga I'm trying to get signed
have a video and shit you know what I'm sayin
so I
a message in the music ain't a part of the game
A, coincidence that we livin' a lie
A, coincidence that we only get by
A, coincidence that so many are lost
ain't popular homie, then you just out the game
If video and radio don't frequently announce your name
They don't know your music even though you blow
minute
The music biz is like musical chairs
It's about where you stand when the music stop spinnin'

Oh, it's the lights (You're blinded by the)
Action!
appreciate the opportunity to be alive. And I'm just glad that I, you know, I don't have to slave anymore. You know, 'cause I, music was my love, and because
up
And you ain't even back me up when we s'posed to be crew
When I was bout to talk right after you
I swear, I swear man

These chicks don't even know
the music stop spinnin... 

[Chorus] 

[Beyonce] 
You got to get it (oh oh oh oh oh oh oh) 
Do you want it? (oh oh oh oh oh oh oh) 
But you don't need
The true b-boys, dem dere and we in here 
Yeah, ya know, from the Southside of Chicago 
And we don't front 
Who me? I am Twilite Tone 
Babylon dread,
You already know what it is, from Harlem to Houston
Jae Millz, E.S.G. holla at me my nigga

'Cause you say you sold drugs, that don't make you
grace
Ooh! I suddenly see him standing there
A beautiful stranger, tall and fair
I wanna stuff some chocolate in my face

But then we laugh and talk
the hardest verse that I ever recite
I'm in the studio with a gun in my neck it's all right
Surrounded by gangsters, I don't know how they got here
But I
You already know what it is, from Harlem to Houston
Jae Millz, E.S.G. holla at me my nigga

'Cause you say you sold drugs, that don't make you
You already know what it is, from Harlem to Houston
Jae Millz, E.S.G. holla at me my nigga

'Cause you say you sold drugs, that don't make you