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her broom
Sweep the flo'' till the shit gets swept
Shorty by herself she don't need no help

She hard and she'll run a pompoo off the yard
She
flo
Sweep da flo, sweep, sweep da flo
She sweep da flo, sweep, sweep da flo
Sweep da flo, sweep, sweep da flo

Damn, looky here looky here
Let me
There's nothing I could say
But now I feel the hurt's coming over me
Wishing you were here, thinking out you, dear
Every night and day the way it used
with money
You can't rush a weary soul
You can't sweep it under the rug, now honey
It don't take a lot to know

[Chorus]

Now it may not be over
(spoken)
Biffy on the drums and Dennis, you on the bass
When I count this off, ya'll give me a little Texas
Playboy type rhythm, okay
One, two,
You can't rush a weary soul
You can't sweep it under the rug, now honey
It don't take a lot to know

[Chorus:]

Now it may not be over by morning
Game over now
Anticipating what's been done is done
My contradiction takes away the sun
Evolving sideways back and forth we sway, evolving
not see his Mother when the work's all done this fall

Submitted by Dennis Smith, Oak Ridge, NC
Chorus


Produced by Donovan Germaine

Engineered by Andre "Deady Ranks" Tyrell
At Penthouse Studio, Kingston, JA

Keyboards, Bass: Donald Dennis
Guitar:
mics
Toilet white S five fifty with the wrong pipes
Peeling off like snake skin, watch the cobra bite
Over night success story, go and check for me
over me 
Takes me into the night floating free 
In a skyward direction 
My soul has been freed by your love and affection 

Can't wait till we get
with money
You can't rush a weary soul
You can't sweep it under the rug, now honey
It don't take a lot to know

[Chorus]

Now it may not be over
kissed me
I'll never get over
The sheer surprise of her

Acting that way
And I'm healing okay
But for the eyes of her
It's cold in the rain
You've already started to sweep down the floor
I guess she's not coming, I'll head for the door
I'll be taking my business elsewhere
It wasn't for me
pulled away by the moon
She's ripped from her sleep
as the cold luna sweep gains control

Ooohhh, what you gonna do with your emotions
Ah, ones you
a moonlight watch manic, it's hard to be romantic
Sweeping up over by the cigarette machine,
Sweeping up over by the cigarette machine

I can't wait to get
pleasant thy banks and green valleys below,
Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow;
There oft as mild Evening sweeps over the lea
The sweet
Around me: I stand on the shore
The waters are black and swirling
I hold a black mirror in my hands
The /swastiked/ winds sweep around me
Their arms
reign forever
The miracles that you create were sabotaged
By those who hate...why
Tell me is it all in my mind
Show me what I'm going to find
Missy and Irene

Real close friends that like to try things
Me and my dirties we like to buy things
F*** around and give me a license to fly things
And hold on, hold on
When the current pulls you under
And your heart beats like thunder
Just give me your hand

And hold on, hold on
Until the storm is over
wise guy 

Military minding, front lining, all up for a drive by 

Case over like the last don, like all the cash gone 

Answer wrong, cause I'm
won't mend the broken
Promise of something greater
The cables wrapped around our throat, tonight pitch red casts over
Sense adrift, I lay me down, plague
herb.
Built by the best to bust swerves, like a sharp curve.
Fifty percent on wax, no matter of fact.
Every nine out of ten rap acts produce a wack