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Space Cowboy

Jamiroquai

The Return of the Space Cowboy

1994

disappeared without a trace
I'm glad, oh, that I found
Ooh, somebody who I can rely on

This is the return of the space cowboy
Interplanetary, good vibe

Return to da Wrongside

Artifacts

That's Them

1997

The misdemeanor catcher comin back at cha
for the long ride, as we return to the wrongside

[El Da Sensai]
Out to burn, rackin paints by the sack to provide
tracks

on the Champs-Élysées
Left her empty Fendi on a silk pillowcase
A bad French mistake and she's never going back there again

This crazy world is rarely black and white

Now, now is the time
Time to reckon
Time to beckon, be surprised
Like a letter
I just sent it, please return it, just forget it

When we live

It’s the return of the emcee, I’m bringing it all back
The rhymes, the breaks and the b-boy stance
With a modern twist, I don’t adhere to any list

I want to know your body and soul
Your body and soul
You took my heart return what you stole baby
Return what you stole
Knock knock who’s at the door

While you crawl with roaches I Raid with a Black Flag
You'll get black tagged, carried off in a black bag
By way of my Folks that represent that black

But I ain't no Icarus wings are of God
Return of the King, Return of the King
Like Aragorn I'm taking charge taking lead
Never be lacking, Never quit

Nude Beach a-Go-Go

Azealia Banks

Broke with Expensive Taste

2014

and enjoy the living rooms
By the lifeguard station by the coral reefs
Hallelujah, heaven, hell and all in between
There's no clothes to wear
And there's

Wu-Gambinos

RZA

Only Built 4 Cuban Linx

1995

the whip long
Designed for rhyme crime, nigga, jail time jiggas
Them niggas up in hype Vigors lighting niggas
Silks Wally wear Figaro chain, yeah
Jakes

Wu-Gambinos

RZA

Wu-Chronicles

1999

the whip long
Designed for rhyme crime, nigga, jail time jiggas
Them niggas up in hype Vigors lighting niggas
Silks Wally wear Figaro chain, yeah
Jakes

Cry now, Laugh later.

It's time now to return the favor,
Cry now, laugh laugh later.

I dont know why I'm laughing,
I'm still wet from the rain,
I

By HIS Grace we've come this far, Gallant
By HIS Grace we go all the way, Gallant
Gallant oh oh oh oh oh, Till HE returns

We are standing Gallant ah

Bullfrog

Bobby Darin

Bobby Darin Born Walden Robert Cassotto

1968

I was sittin' by the bank on a hollow stump
When I thought I heard me a bullfrog jump
Turned around and sure enough there
He sat
He said excuse me,

Buttons and Bows

Connie Francis

Kissin', Twistin', Goin' Where the Boys Are

1996

a gal by the cut o' her clothes
And you'll stand out, in buttons and bows.

I'll love you in buckskin
Or skirts that you've homespun
But I'll love

I've been beaten 
Beaten down by those from a foreign land ohh
Oh and I've been bitten 
Bitten by the roaches I'll never forget mmhh

I've come back

hope like Hell it was a misdiagnosis
I'm rotting out
I'm caving in
This can't be how I meet my end
Can't let you in
Won't do me in
Death by division

(Beautiful)
(You silk when you covering how you feel yea)
(You silk when you covering how you feel)
You silk when you covering how you feel
Sulk in such amounts

drop
Niggas switched up, flip flop
Showing fake love, threw salt
Wilx like Silk, Oh it ain't my fault
Wilx like silk, got game for a lame
Wilx want

the scene by heart
Raeleigh
Pull me closer through your silk screen
She's stuck on something but it ain't me
There's roadmaps, there's bulletins, there's

lovers entwined in the night
Bathing their hearts in silk
Soft as a breeze
She gives me the chills in this warm bed
I thought life would give me some sense

of stray thoughts
Yet digging deeper for a treasure long since sought
Gilded eyes uncovering a clearing in the woods
Where a breeze as gentle as a silk clad

applying pressure
Show you that I'm silk, these other niggas polyester
Saying MashAllah 'cause the way that God blessed her
I know martial arts, girl let's

the River Bollin, nestled and surrounded by
The soggy weaving Cheshire hills it breaks the local stereotype 
This English working-class vibe, a tight nit