Lyrics:
Hah top seed
Don't have time for birds like a penguin
Uh Crosby
I got your girl so wet, that she be sayin'
"Please mop me" ah, you can't stop me
I'm hot
Duplicitous chastity preserved for rape
As my vicious circle comes around again
Pirouetting like a fan dancer
Choreographed into the desire
could of never slept away
Something bout the mic, it kept me safe
And I'm okay
But I'm only being honest
My mood changing by the day
The doctor never help
Back to the wall for the time I was cross
All by yourself in the middle of the storm
When you only got I, man, I know that shit numb, pour up red dead
Searchin for answers like interpretive dancers
She asks me for reasons
Then tells me to wait for the tone
The whole damn world's gone crazy
The moon
hand but please remember
I'm really not a great dancer
Oh, how did I
Get caught by your eye?
We fell in love now in October
Now here we are homecoming
Dance for Gran'ma! Dance for Gran'ma!
[Chorus]
Ba, ba da dah, ba da dah, ba da dah
My God, that Steve McQueen's real sexy,
Bob Goulet out, Steve
listen
Dancer howl
There's only here and now
Dancer how
Dancer ha
a real studio in LA so
I saved up money doing Sheetrocking
And I drove out with my
Girlfriend at the time i
Was only supposed to be there for six weeks i
shit
Or is this it? Just a bunch of misfit's
For what it's worth, here's my two p
I think the worlds perfect, life is brilliant
The only thing wrong, is
imagination)
They paralyze my psyche to get even
Lately you're the only dancer I believe in
I would put your blood in my hair
No sympathetic voices
And laughs, but never wins"
O the child dreams to be his hands
In the counting of the rain
But only barren breasts he feels
For her milk will never drain
see me stroll by
In the Bob Marley tie die with the red eye
I'm sick now, I think I'm catching glaucoma
Standing on the corner, looking for weed donors
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
it's muscle stand up, Mase ain't a hustle
Lil' nigga I was gettin' wet young threat
Too much of a cat for a McDonald headset
Mama havin' breakdowns,
for that, I mean, arright 'e got one I know...no say in 'at. But I just don', you know...
Bruce: (possibly saying "Attente! Attente!")
Steve: ...Bob
Fix my eyes on the cross
Fix my eyes on the boss
I ain't tryna flop no
Wait my time get the gwop
Build my house call me bob
Ya dun know
Spit hard
the time he stop tippin
Or like DMX if only he stop slippin
Now I applaud the man who kept the straight face for the toast
Let's talk winnings
I'm not
I am a dancer
And it's something that I live to do
It's something that I'm livin' through
It's something I can give to you
I am a dancer and I
watch for you trip
Surrounded by real don't fuck with the phony
I'm smoking that gas that premium only
If yellow her bone then dark is her tone
If
How do you want it?
How does it feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
How do you want it? (yeah)
How
How do you want it?
How does it feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
How do you want it? (yeah)
How
the price in the stock market crash."
"The only thing we have to fear is fear itself."
"Horrific place, ladies and gentlemen, the smoke and the flames
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