Lyrics:
, and every time I'd do it again
Living for ecstasy that enters me when I pick up the pen
No I'm not talking Molly
I'm talking bout the feeling when your
One two, one two, one two
I am the Overweight Lover MC, Heavy D
This one goes out to my man DJ Eddie F
Trouble T-Roy my partner G-Wiz
This also
thought that it could last
'Cause I wanna be Jack and Diane
I want everyone to understand
Why I wanna be Brenda and Eddie and have it all ready
By the time
a friend, saw you was pretend
Wet like I'm Kobe other niggas not my peers
Getting better by the day and by the years
Would it make sense if I quit
Look
we dance make romance
I'm enchanted by the things that you do
I love music, sweet sweet music
Long as it's swinging, all the joy that it's bringing
we dance make romance
I'm enchanted by the things that you do
I love music, sweet sweet music
Long as it's swinging, all the joy that it's bringing
either
If you catch me by the runway it's the one that's for the PJ
This one is for my lyricists - courtesy of my DJ
(I can't control it, can't hold it
you beady eyed buzzard stay away from my gal
Or else it's gonna be . . . the end of you!
. . . the end of you!
Words and Music by Eddie Snyder
that sound shake it around you're mine, mine, mine
Johnny and Eddie and me and Jimmy and Jack
Are gonna do a little number on the teacher when she
it's no power go sour
I seen him crossing a bridge by the masses
Covered in the ashes of both towers
Made it in New York and the way that we talk
Make it
came)
And I came from them trenches by my lonely
Run it up, take it all
And bring that shit to my grave
And I can't seem to get it right
Spent damn near
state that is
Space needle
Eddie vedder
Mudhoney
Now to fit in fast we wear flannel shirts
We turn our amps up until it hurts
We've got bad
jack off bitch
I’d rather jack off then deal with that hell of an ex
Yo man it’s a hell of a mess
GIRL: “Scotty’s dead.” (LAUGHS)
Written By: Paul
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them saying damn it
Playing hide n seek with that money nigga imma bandit
Reeking havoc make him vanish call it magic start to panic
If I'm not the bomb
quiz
Hitchhike, which type? Which kind of music
Whether hiphopopopari-rock'n'roll, techno, disco? Let go now, cut it out
Why that I should be such
callin me crazy
See you don't understand we walkin by faith not by sight
If you gotta see something to believe it then you wasting your time
The lies
that sound, shake it around your mind, mind, mind
Johnny and Eddie, and me and Jimmy, and Jack
Are gonna do a little number on the teacher when she
by every man
Woman boy and girl
And that's why
That's why I say
I love music
Any kind of music
I love music
Just as long as it's groovy, groovy
Music
See back in Wilson
I wasn't cared for
By my peers or my self
that shit was hard dog
I moved to Edison and now I feel on top
Of all the pain
At least
of the world
I'm on a hacksaw tour, Eddie got a Frankenstein aimed at your door
Speakers under the stage, lift you off of the floor
Why? This music is
me
Prayed on by all these foes, it'll put you in a frenzy
Niggas hear about my woes and dismiss em
Confusing 'em with the ones that Drake ran through
that this fucking beat is mine
I produced it by my own self with my own time on my own grind nigga no sunshine but I made it!
I made it! I made it! Yeah
Ice with the double cross
Rip to Darnell like that was my nigga
Rayful the customers fuck with me
I'm trying to get it OG double D
Talk that shit like
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