Lyrics:
situation
Run at the signs of a real confrontation
Thinking of you
Thinking of you
Thinking of you
Justice for some is a high price to pay
There you remain in
This is a note, to self situation
A microphone test or a dense dictation
Last time, they tried to fit me in a funny suit
This time, they tried
and beliefs
This I endeavored to ignore
And now the situation
Can best be described as
Kaleidoscope what a beautiful form
A summation of tangled emotion
got the situation, they got me facing
I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the strip
So I gotta be down with the hood team
Too much television
ruin our situation
For the cash it really don't mean that cash we the flash
Media that's enough MC's that lose they ass
It got me dustin' off
Oh, I was moved by your screen dream
Celluloid pictures living
Your death could not kill my love for you
Take two people romantic
Smoky nightclub
think about me? Baby
Baby, baby, do you have a minute or 2 to spare?
'Cause I, I'm not the same when I'm by myself
Your face always seem to appear in
me home honey now
Na na na na na na
''cause your mama won't like me.
I like music loud and I stand out in a crowd
By doing everything I know I
The situation degenerates. Again alcohol hits the bloodstream.
Overwhelmed by the desire to feed the
Desire. Inebriation numbs the brain. Nothing
looking for, they shoot whoever's inside
Your little street family
They drive by your block and shot randomly
You thinks it's best to test
Lead 'em
Closed off he took her by the hand and coughed/to cover an understanding loss/
Perhaps this stake could be put across/without saying whether it was
to get wrapped up in morbid reflection
Because that's a pessimistic space
And the situations I imagine
Are lost somewhere in you face
because when were
Yeah, but he didn't laugh, I guess I stepped on his toe-ses
The peak was passing us by, the subject was roses
and they say:
A fool and his money soon
She was talking about the world situation
She was sitting on a coffee-bar stool
I heard her say something clever 'bout inflation
And the Ayatollah's
by organising, putting small pieces together
Soon the bits will fit in place the start of our new picture
Push forward for what you believe in
Bell tower
At the station
Is ringin' the morning out.
Imprisoned by
The situation.
Would be every bit as sour
If I miss you half as much.
so tired of living -
Too weary to cry,
Too stubborn to give in -
Curl up and die.
This whole situation has I must confess,
All the tell-tale signs
meeting depardieu
And he asked me here to stay
An ambiguous sequel in many ways
Concerning my own situation
The translation "de son nom"
Implies that all
should know the situation cause we dealing with the same crew
and you can tell that crab shorty I'm a hurt her
for fucking with them niggaz from that crew
home with so much force they make bricks bend
This situation get sticky, like a perve with porn mags
My presence on stage will make you trailer whore
Great, Great Spirit
Oh oo oh
Great Spirit, for my relations
Give them strength to face racism
In every single situation
Easy now, go on, speak loud
They say the odds against me
Are crooked and impossible
Like I was born with a hole
In my heart as an obstacle
I was left to die by the
Doctors in
could hear her talkin' behind me
And as if by chance
She was tryin' to describe
A song I knew well the Leonard Cohen song
About the Chelsea Hotel
And I
might shock
To leave these shackles on my feet
I feel the heat it's gettin deep
Both eyes open when I'm asleep
The big situation got me stuck in a drought
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