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Shiva

Louise Dean was a singer for the dance band Shiva (4 April 1971 – 18 June 1995). She died in a hit and run accident. She is known for the house songs, "Work It Out" and "Freedom", the latter of which reached number 18 in the UK Singles Chart shortly after her death. The two founding members of the band were Gino Piscitelli and Paul Ross, who both hailed from Huddersfield, West Yorkshire. Piscitelli and Ross wrote the lyrics and music for Shiva, whilst Dean sang the songs. Franco Piscitelli was the unofficial fourth member of the band. more »

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Yeah, heh

Let me talk about these niggas who be talking bout too many chances
Never felt lost they outchea frantic
Yeah I felt that heh then I lost shit
Keep being stupid, playing on that boss shit
Never knew, never cared
Play it cool, never fair
Always begged, can you spare
Look at me, like a hare
Heh, tried to live fast too impatient
Never thought the odds would be the one waiting
Waiting on the other side, knocking like the popo
Back against the wall take a pose take a photo
Living in my arrogance, hope she do the ego dance
Got me vivid in a trance, now she pulling down my pants

And I gave myself too many chances
Gave myself too many chances
Alcohol land on these dancers
Gave myself too many
Gave myself too many chances
Gave myself too many chances
Alcohol land on these dancers
Gave myself too many

Let me talk to the bitches giving out too many chances
Nigga can you stop, words you be chanting
Hymns at this point but not singing for her
When you don't care that's why she insecure
She love this nigga even tried to have his kid
But he really a joke, not a goat but a kid
She even insisted, he be dismissing
Other bitches kissing, his girl the mistress
Damn she never knew what love was all about
Man, Daddy wasn't there to teach her bout the doubt
The doubt within one, when you see the red flags
Loving on a nigga when ya heart has been stabbed

And I gave myself too many chances
Gave myself too many chances
Alcohol land on these dancers
Gave myself too many
Gave myself too many chances
Gave myself too many chances
Alcohol land on these dancers
Gave myself too many

Let me talk to myself cause I had too many chances
Had too much fun I abused I was handsome
America the playground, why did I play around
When the vision the crown, but it's not for clowns
Putting on the makeup, feeling a like a phoenix
Hand on penis screaming out genius
Act right, that's it, doing good that shit
Doing anything I can make shit happen
I am not a god not a king not a man
Just a human that seems to understand
I will win I will lose, when I do it'll be hard
With this pen, I will choose that I can be a star

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