Lyrics:
Running alone, trapped in this world
Not your own, not your home
Pushed down in the dust, left by fate to rust
Feel the pull of the stars from
Flash that buttery, gold jittery, zeitgeist
Wither by the watering hole what a patrol
What are we to Heart Huckabee?
Art fuckery, suddenly?
Not
are out
I feel the rush now
You can have it if you want it
Over my dead body
We keep on dreaming
We're driven only by the feeling inside
We
Can't remember last night
Woke up, empty bottles by my bedside
Guess I took some time to forget life
For a change i'd rather stay inside
'Cause
(Dialogue below interpreted by Cage from the film "Clockwork Orange")
*whispered in the background: "Smoke dust, shoot the cops
Give out
women
We charging for live cuts
Heavens and herams, and the Suede
Now all is here
[Chorus]
Asia to Africa (Africa)
The young boys they want to rush (they
and wasted
Time, gift with life
We rush, we wait and we stand still
At the blink of an eye
A year has gone by
A second, a minute and an hour
At the blink
FEELS SO GOOD (LOVE)
(Written/produced/performed by GROOVE STATE)
Feels so good, feels So good,
Feels so good, good, good
Hold me close hold me
It'll rush right by you
You lived a lie for five hundred days
When all you had to say was
The truth
Look at all those things
You've got on your sleeve
determine how to finish 'em
Finishin' this is fine, the finish line is the scrimmage
Scrimmagin' the design, designin' is by the witness
Witnessin' from
feet
In her heart is love but I'm the only mortal man
Who's allowed to kiss my Marianne
Don't rush me
All day, all night, Marianne
Down by
was eaten by snakes"
You can stab and shoot and spit
But they won't be fixin' it
They're lyin' and lazy
They can be drivin' you crazy
Swear
By your side
When the nights get cold
And I could be there for you to hold
Oh baby ain't it gettin' old?
Livin' in this lonely world
When you
motion only the strong survive
But on the 6 or the 5
Live is how the sets used to be, at the Racquet
Ball Club with music by, Andre Hatchett
Or either
Girl cologne you smashin' it
Jump in take a spin destination Staten
I have you home by ten, Shorty started laughin'
She replied, "Street, you
Slowly I turn, step by step
Through the backwindow, I crept
Silent as a mouse on a set
While everybody in the house slept,
I disconnect the phones
back. A rush of embarrassment swept right through the crowd.
Accented by the blast of a train whistle,
Approaching and growing quite loud.
The "be "
cologne you smashing it
Jump in, take a spin, destination Staten
I have you home by ten, shorty started laughing
She replied, "Street, you ever ride
the desert?
Wild, wild west hurt to the dirt
Anti-immigration against brown skin
Sounds like Brownshirts
Silenced by so called legal violence
Somebody had
then who (Son tell me who)
Burn a leaf and get it Hot in Herre, like Nelly do
I get high, like Mary J. is all I need to get by
Stay red eye
No need
twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like
most, poor
Or a lot of people haven't been able to, even the rich
So I'll start by preaching right here
'Cause I want to preach to you one more time
She's a great little housewife
Though sometimes she talks like a fool
But she helps at the store in the holiday rush
And she picks up the kids
stroking 'cause the bamski way too big, my gyal don't rush me
Woi, don't make me have to rise my rifle
When man tries send some young boys for me
Don't
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