Lyrics:
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
From the album strontium 90 (pangaea/ark21)
Words and music by sting
Everyone I know is lonely
My god's so far away
And my heart belongs to no one
album too, nigga
(That's what it is)
But dig this, they wanna know what we been workin' on together (yeah)
Yeah, that's that "Can't Feel My Face"
it all over again
Like this '03 and this is Get Rich
My album come with a full length movie
Feautered film, I'm like Prince right now
Man it's like
you cool
Better look out now though, Dave's got somethin' for you
Tell ya what it is
I'm your ice cream man, stop me when I'm passin' by
Oh my, my,
the cracks to collide
With the cosmos
In all of its glory
Where nothing is all
Steel-clad limits enthrall
Specters self-bound and centered
In fear
The last
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
to ban the sale of Miami rap group
The 2 Live Crew's double-platinum album, "Nasty As They Wanna Be," in Broward County
We think it's the banning
Anyway, so, I dedicated this song sort of to her because of the curiosity that was aroused in my mind by these two things happening at once. And it goes
it! (yeah)
Bum bitch! And I never will regret it
(70,000 in the first week? That shit is ridiculous)
Don't bring them bitches around me (I got cha)
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
disrespectful to inspiration and we
As musicians have to inspire
People who go to work every day and they
Listen to that Beyoncé album and
They feel like it
Takes
said, "I witness truth"
Perplexed and filled with pique the jailer replied, "truth, what is it?"
Outside of Darlington 1963 on certain mornings
I wanna get you to myself
You and me and nobody else
And do the things we do (come on)
Baby, there is something that I need from you (check it out,
is longer now, it's prettier by far,
Hope you don't feel too unusual riding in my flash car.
Hi, it's been a long time, you're looking good,
Proud
it's Kutt and baby I'm next
So we can triple team up and fuck your spleen up
Between us get 3 nuts then you can beam up
Now ya sexual peak is met so
To be a pussy like you
Nigga that Cali cold attack
Cali on my back 'till my torso break
This is where it's at, that's gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'Smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
-
And it was from you i was so pleased that I
Had to sit down and type an immediate reply
Even though Ken is shouting at me to get on
With a script he
the name of Progress
Sometimes the news is hard to Digest
That's someones story and its Kinda intense
The cold hard truth not told by The press
Fear and hate
psychoanalysts to translate this
'There is an open homosexual in our midst'
'The Homosexual' they call me
It's all the same to me
That specter they projected
gettin no higher? (Gettin' no higher)
I know you think that you've got it all (I know you think that you've got it all)
And by making other people feel
me in the gloaming
With a cup of wine so rich and overflowing
And all at once a voice called
Taste and see
Taste and see
Taste and see
That it is
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