Lyrics:
hands
On me, nigga can say what he want I bet
You a nigga don't put his hands on me
Imma say that one more time I bet a
Nigga don't put his hands on me
don't cut ties, I cut you a slack (slack)
Blood is more thicker when it's turning black
If you're not dead then we pull down the flag
I pay respect
gon' like it when I give it back
I don't want you whole I just came for the neck (krkk)
I don't cut ties, I cut you a slack (slack)
Blood is more thicker
, more, more
In the midnight hour, babe, more, more, more
With a rebel yell more, more, more
More, more, more!
She don't like slavery, she won't sit and beg
, more, more
In the midnight hour, babe, more, more, more
With a rebel yell more, more, more
More, more, more!
She don't like slavery, she won't sit and beg
the words to come from your lips
You know it well so you
Don't hesitate to let yourself
Be carried away by intense arousal
And tell me plainly
-Stick it up
a-just to, to have you here by me
Because
In the midnight hour, she cried more, more, more
With a rebel yell, she cried more, more, more, wow
In
a-just to, to have you here by me
Because
In the midnight hour, she cried more, more, more
With a rebel yell, she cried more, more, more, wow
In
I've been waiting, I've been patient
But I need a little bit more
Don't say you miss me when you don't call
And don't say you're hurtin' without
Damn you, I think I can feel something special.
Going on, something that is happening 'tween us.
I feel, more than you could ever imagine.
It's so
waiting, I've been patient
But I need a little bit more
Don't say you miss me when you don't call
Don't say you're hurting without the scars
Don't promise
more?
Do you want to love me more?
For love is the breath
If water and wave is cursed by the same thing that nurtured its shame
Is it worth all
the world's gone and passed you by
Don't you know it, don't you know it
You can cry, cry all night but it won't make it right
Don't you know it, don't you
the midnight hour babe more, more, more
With a rebel yell more, more, more
More, more, more!
She don't like slavery, she won't sit and beg
But when I'm tired
the midnight hour babe more, more, more
With a rebel yell more, more, more
More, more, more!
She don't like slavery, she won't sit and beg
But when I'm tired
you want in this life if not more
What could you want
Hell I'm doing all this talking for
Like they don't already know this shit
I know why I'm here
it through tough times
No I can't imagine not having you by my side
Everything you are and all you do
I'm still in love with you
More than you
to marry me
And the look on her Daddy's face, really was a sight to see
He said
Get Out of here wit you, and don't you come back no more
Get Out of here wit
(oh, oh)
I was born to run, I don't belong to anyone, oh no
I don't need to be loved by you (by you)
Fire in my lungs, can't bite the devil on my
you free
I need you here by me
Because
With the midnight hour
She cried More, more, more
With the rebel yell
She cried More, more, more
Baby, if you see me tonight
Don't say hi
Walk on by
I, I am one year sober now from your lips, oh, yeah
At the Mondrian Hotel in California
more
What happens?
When your Skies Turn Grey
In a Purple Rain storm
And you don't wanna be
Alive no more
What happens?
When you come to the conclusion
I can look in your eyes and tell you want some more
Oh Girl, Don't worry about this better just keep doing what you do
Hey Girl, Girl tonight you
wasn't there again today, I really hope she go away
(These hoes fuck anybody, these hoes fuck anybody
I don't want to do it no more no)
'Cause you know
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