Lyrics:
remind 'em that I'm African
Please don't ask me 'bout that crap again
Asian tings at the gathering
Swear my album's going platinum
They know
I've sold
Everyday it's something
Hits me all so cold
Find me sittin' by myself
No excuses, then I know
It's okay
Had a bad day
Hands are
First, the DJ must power up the amplifiers.
To play a record, select an album and put it on the turntable.
The racer must attach five dollars
There's no man in town as admired as you
You're everyone's favorite guy
Everyone's awed and inspired by you
And it's not very hard to see why
No one's
Hit the town in the cold of the night
Looking round for the
warmth of the light
There was fog all around
So I guess no one saw me arriving
I
Rivers overflowing, drowning all our yesterdays
Visited by thoughts on another darkened week
How even every winner hits a losing streak
The mistakes
albums wrong, yea
This is the bonus track
I got a bonus track
You think my album's whack
But I got a bonus track
This is the bonus track
I got a bonus
the world grooving, grooving
Uh uh uh, alright, uh huh
Now if you want to step
You gotta play it by the rules
You gotta do what I do
When I do, what I
[Excerpt of The Ed Sullivan Show on the giant screens.]
Ed Sullivan:
From Gary, Indiana, here's the youthful Jackson 5,
Opening with a medley
I've hit the bottom - now I'm all alone
glass
'Cause the ceiling fell in and the bottom fell out
I went into a spin and I started to shout
I've been hit
(This is it, this is it, I've been
I'm really gonna do it this time
I think I got a whole lot on my mind
Somebody tell God right now he need to hit my line (yeah, uh)
Now I ain't
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got
'Cause the ceiling fell in and the bottom fell out
I went into a spin and I started to shout
I've been hit
(This is it, this is it, I've been hit)
I was
on, I've done this thing since Shaq at Saxon
And I'm still a fan of Michael Jackson, but now I want to see numbers in action,
I wanna see numbers in
glass
'Cause the ceiling fell in and the bottom fell out
I went into a spin and I started to shout
I've been hit
(This is it, this is it, I've been
some fun with those cheapo airline snobs.
The stuffing loss made me hit a timelock.
I ended up in the eighteen sixties.
I've been there for one
another heart (to have and hold)
All I want is a friend I can talk to (soul to soul)
Oh soul to soul (soul to soul)
Like an album on a shelf
Tired
i seen ups and downs hit
but i aint never heard him sound the way that he sounded
it really caught a nigga by surprise, i was astounded
he a real
Well I've always had a deep respect
And I mean that most sincerely
The band is just fantastic, that is really what I think
Oh by the way, which one's
I've been moved to tears
By the wonders of this old news
One of God's mysteries
It never fails to get to me
Is the moment when I'm holdin onto you
That album that comin', that's shit for the spirit, woo
Five-oh triple oh
this, "Keep something crisp on your wrist"
Now we on album six, the top team on your list
Probably grab another hun' though
Industry cutthroat, watch
the Nineteen Naughty Nine MC
Microphone controller, master of ceremonies
So remember why you hate me
I'm Naughty By Nature you're Severed By
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