Lyrics:
hit my target heart rate, why ask for more?
Well, if you gotta dance to be a rock star
I still won’t be doing splits on the hood of a classic car
I
focus on the target precision
Slowing my heart rate down
Aim is as sharp as a dot on a red beam lasik
Surgery search and read basics
Make me like christ
Here's an easy target
With just one quiet pop
Shot to hell anyway
No reason to stop
In the streets and the gutters
The cotton fields in this
Every time I hear your voice on the phone
Every time you leave me so long alone
Every time I think that my heart`s gonna break
You know at my
in the tide
This is the world we're living in
I'm out on my own
The easy target
Somewhere beyond the winning and losing
Heart on my sleeve
Hey girl, I thought we were the right combination
Who broke my heart, you did, you did
Bow to the target, blame Cupid, Cupid
You think you're
I found out this weekend, baby
In my heart you really rate me
The wilder your heart beats
The sweeter you love.
Since I met a girl like you
You've
Hey girl, I thought we were the right combination
Who broke my heart, you did, you did
Bow to the target, blame Cupid, Cupid
You think you're smart,
Hey girl, I thought we were the right combination
Who broke my heart, you did, you did
Bow to the target, blame Cupid, Cupid
You think you're
I am an archer
With my arrows and a bow
And I'm taking aim upon your heart
By now, I'm sure you know
That the arc of my arrows cut
Through air
I found out this weekend, baby
In my heart you really rate me
The wilder your heart beats
The sweeter you love
Since I met a girl like you
mama look
Bitches glissy-glossin-in' up in the back
'Bout to break her back to some rap shit
Uzi-vertabrae, up like murder rate
Up, pearly gates
You make me want to
Accelerate…Accelerate my heart rate
Accelerate…Accelerate my heart rate
Accelerate…Accelerate my heart rate
Accelerate…Accelerate my
My song is love
Love to the lovers shone
And it goes up
You don't have to be alone
Your heavy heart
Is made of stone
And it's so hard to see
My song is love
Love to the loveless, shown
And it goes up
You don't have to be alone
Your heavy heart
Is made of stone
And its so hard
I can't stand to be without you
I'm burning for one more kiss
I dream every night about you
Sometimes I'm on target, sometimes I seem to miss you
with your misses (your misses)
Fuck with me, end up missing (woo), murder rate goin' up
A hundred K goin' up, five hundred K goin' up
Fuck with me,
Love makes us whatever we want to be,
You and me the tip of the top of the tree,
We can hit the target the others aim for,
Be whatever they put
build wherever we at
We attackin' the mind state
We civilized niggas we don't think of the crime rate
The mind's infinite now, we can't waste time
What a mess, I confess that's not all.
Danke schoen, darling danke schoen,
Thank you for walks down Lover's Lane.
I can see hearts carved on a tree
What a mess, I confess that's not all.
Danke schoen, darling danke schoen,
Thank you for walks down Lover's Lane.
I can see hearts carved on a tree
The night wind blows
Your heart rate grows
Your pulse is racing faster
They're on your trail
They know you'll fail
You're flirting with disaster
flows
With the red blood cells lacking nuclei
Through the large four-chambered heart
Maintaining the very high metabolism rate they have
Mammal,
exits the underground and enters the scene
And checks out the world and all the moving targets
Adjusting his sights to take in the moving targets
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