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twist

This is the time when our minds begin stocking
Jammering on when our lips have stopped talking

Simple people, simple needs
Fingers linger
makes me mad 
And when it happens fuck it 
Rugged in mind a hint by bite 
Why does it not exist in you? 
Right, shit, why hit in yet another day 
Woo
We took love easy
One day at a time
I keep those memories in my mind
Ain't a day goes by
I don't stop crying
Things ain't simple anymore
We were
Run by annual net worth
The fly head first with the love to stand and grab earth
So part the sea man, make your own advancements a step
Black sun came and changed our name
Made our lives this simple stain

All we do is smite
For what we think is right
Sound of mind bereft of sight
Denial
me, you must be gun simple son
I kick a funky flow like a bowl of rolled chilli's

(chorus)

(verse 3)
Now put your mind on the matter, to call your
dance on the radio
Too fast, I feel like you’re alone
All alone

Turn back before it gets too late
Last chance, a simple twist of fate
Too fast, I
You anger me beyond belief
Lying for the sake of lying
Right to my face
As if I were as pathetically simple as yourself
Using anything
To set breeze on fire
By a constant wind
Beyond the mind
And there is no psychic eye for you
Every night is Saturday night

This isn't only
run

Back to wonderland
Where it all began
Everything was so simple then
Living life like our last weekend
Wish I could find my way
Back
They can twist and turn they can move and burn
They can throw themselves against the wall
But they creep for what they need
And they explode
hips
They can twist and turn they can move and burn
They can throw themselves against the wall
But they creep for what they need
And they explode
Beyond two thousand in the future wars beyond the limits of our mind
Central computer that control and know the simple weakness of mankind
Humanoid
might navigate the whirl and the suck

Well, the Tennessee River changed its mind
At Chattanooga she oughta unwind
She could a run right on the Georgia
Watch the starlight
Shooting for the sky
Reaching out to catch
A piece of Paradise
Is it true
Or just imaginations
Visions twist around my mind
Skeleton boy by the side of the road
He warned me, he told me
He said: There's this woman, she's a hurricane
She will heal your heart up, she is
new generation, waiting to be wrecked by you.

Pony, twist, monkey and frug, these are the things that I taught to you.
Hitchhike, boogie, hypocrite
anger
Your blood and
Your deepest desire

Because there's no truth stolen
That's been ever brought forward
By the minds of the writers
Looking face
Skeleton boy by the side of the road
He warned me, he told me
He said: There's this woman, she's a hurricane
She will heal your heart up, she is
my prime, pumping records that'll blow your mind

The D.O.C. is dope, I would've been down with rock but I'd be broke
By the punk, I'm opening up my
revolutionary babies on my mind
Oh darling, pick up a cobblestone and run
And leave the old behind

I wanna make you feel the way I feel when I’m with you
They can twist and turn they can move and burn
They can throw themselves against the wall
But they creep for what they need
And they explode
What you got D-Toke? 
Now what you got ST? 
Teach me how to get my mack to a T 
First of all, I put that pimp twist on her 
Then I let her know that I'm
begins

I comence a run-in from astern
Six barrel's of mind sound
Trailing smoke the bomber tuble
Spinning nose down first towards the ground

Out
This is just a moment of confusion, birds like a lattice to the sun
You calculate the simple execution by the silent run
Of the numbers in our blood

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