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Give Me Some News I Can Use

John Kay

All in Good Time

1978

Words and music by John Kay

Good evening one and all, this is channel 24
Bringing you the latest news around the world
Down in Florida today,

Last night my sister said she saw you in her dream
It was the sweetest thing I wish that I believed
The other day when something stirred me in my

selling the burner no good, I keep a pistol
Better start asking the thing, do it it's mine
And we not going a fuck
Cause fuck it, I'm playing 
Bitch I'm

kids who the design king truly is
I'm makin' it happen, I've got so much to flaunt
But oh shit, I'm stuck, I can't pick out a font

(Things are just not

guilty of the same thing
We lie to people who aren't as good as us

So ask yourself who am I
I want to know what drives you to be yourself
And in the end
I

the right thing
Don't be a dick, be a decent human being

So next time you're pulled over by a cop out on the road
Remember the advice, that your Uncle

We look so good together.
With our lips getting sticky
My hands slipping down your bra.
Don't do it nice, no.
Don't miss a thing under your sheets.

I just keep doing my thing (i gotta hustle) 
And i dont always make ends meet but i do what i can 
As time goes by i stay out on my grind

Don't judge a book by it's cover
All sentences come out of your mouth
But all you pretend is already over
Speaking too fast you kill the doubt

end?
When will i feel inside that it's not over? 
Pushing through this alternative state of mind is what i have to do to succeed
With you by my side,

that you have
The only friend still by your side
The only thing there to remind 
Of all the good left behind

And once a while
The hurt will be all over

waits around for the next hope 
Passivity will string us all up faster than a good rope 
And I want all these things to collide, like money... and art

make your fantasy come through 
Take you deep up in this world me and you
I can show all the things we gon do
Blow your freaking mind out girl it's true

If life is nasty brutish and short
And all this too shall pass
Shall we conspire  and consort to make the good times last?
If youth is wasted

lights don't mean a thing to me
Goodbye L.A.

You showed me round the house
You took me by the wrist
Introduced me to your pals
The Scientologists
We cut

the love is gone
Does it really have to end this way

I never thought it'd be so hard to just get by
The little things we held so dear we left them all

letter?
Good call on taking my life
By using and old rusty knife
So, if not for the wound, I'd still die from the infection
The infection
The infection

of blood, I crawl and walk down on you

Baby, look, look around!
Cause I will live my summertime, walking by your side.
Well, you belong to this time, so come

said to lie
So I listen to the world
Surprised to hear it cry
Telling stories of pain
Inflicted by you and I

Now I know why
Some things in life
Became

fuck around forgot to do a drill I had
Some plans tonight
I'm that one nigga servin' good Za what
Kinda strands you like?
I can't save a bitch like

America better than you
 
Hey Uncle Sam
I was raised a man
By a daddy who went to Vietnam
I guess he's doing better than his buddies on The Wall?
But old

I got lots of burdens on my mind all the time
Shit weighing me down
Things that ill never share
I truly fucking feel that my mind might be impaired

that shit

Better back it up, can you commit? I know the good shit thing is somethin' I won't forget, nah
Keep that pussy wet
I'ma slide on you, book

it cool
One thing you won't do, play me the fool
For as long as I've known I've been breaking the rules
So you know I get it in when she said wait by