Lyrics:
the dance, nigga
Yeah, watch the way they do the dance, nigga (Dance, dance)
Flip my hands with you
Flip a gram with you, and split no bands with you (Zoe)
Deep in a corner of the night
We were lying in the middle of the road
Counting the planes as they flew by
Inconceivable imagining them go
Gotta get my hands on it
My hands on it
Gotta get my hands on a little bit more
Won't stop till I get it
Till I get it
Won't stop till I get a little
one's there to hold your hand
Even heaven would agree sometimes, how this road gets
Losin' focus
Can't depend on them, why do they depend on me?
They
drowning in quicksand
You're flailing in the water
You're hands are waving all frantic
You'll die within the hour
Unless you do what we tell you to do
the crickets loud
A train went by, but it's gone now
So up and down the street, I sit and stare
You could say there's not much here for us
Nothing but
we'll have this globe
By its tail
''cause it takes two for the road
[Chorus]
And we can be anywhere and never leave home
With your hand
fell, the glass crashed, he wasn't saved by the bell
That was his ass black
So when it comes to physical combat
We can take it hand to hand or go
hands and I kissed your lips then I told you
Our love was meant to be and always will forever
Give me that happiness I get from you just being there
Your sisters they sit by the window
You know your mama doesn't sit and cry and your daddy
Well you know what your daddy said
Patty, you know what your
I always cry, on the train back home
Watchin' the world outside, I used to know
Soon as I get there
I have to go
And the years go by, don't
your hands to rescue
He might use your whisper, maybe your smile
To tell somebody that they're worthwhile
You might be the one He speaks through
of them yet
Life's just too short to get caught up in stuff like this
So if it's the last song, then let's dance
If it's the last touch of our hands
And his sister gave birth to a killer son
And that be yours nigga, you gon' regulate the globe
With your arm and your big world tours
Gun in hand
You're a liar, liar
Can't keep my heart from caving in
You played your hand again and again
Ooh, look at what you've done
You're a liar, liar, liar,
huh, uh huh, uh huh
She swam by me she got a cramp
He ran by me got my suit damp
I saved her life she nearly drowned
He showed off splashing around
don't mind
Mary come around, it'll be fine
All he wants is a hand that's kind
Could be Mary's, could be mine
All he wants is hand that's kind
All he
Led from under covers
Far from indolence
Hand over hand
Passing the reins
What I wouldn't give
To stop worrying
About my path
And all
And an angel of mercy strung from her hand like a balloon
"Is this what you want, is this what you need?"
She whispered in her ear
"The day of love has come
stand in their way
Wait, please wait, said the boy to his father
Reachin' for his hand as his heart starts to sway
Reachin' for his hand as his heart
make mean lean when I pump my spunk
And hands of chump, of machine gun funk
I bliss, like the fist of the mantis
Those who oppose get dropped and hit
Help me find my Maryanne
She and I go hand in hand
If you see my Maryanne
tell her I am lovelier
If you see my Maryanne
tell her I forgot the plan
With all your chances gone awry
To be collected by your palms
If I had only stood aside
With dower sediment in hand
Forego delusion to disarm
In calculated silence
Captivated by the violence of the play
Fifteen years ago today
Oh, an evil evolution
Will bring a feeble institution
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