Lyrics:
don't judge Jesus
By the things my friend will say
He holds a Bible like a dagger
And he twists it just that way
He just loves conversation
Like a cat
All-American self hatred runs deep
White boys all I see whenever I sleep
Niggas think I think these
Thoughts on purpose
But I knew 'bout NSYNC 'fore
A babbitt met a bromide on the avenue one day,
And held a conversation in their own peculiar way;
They both were solid citizens, they both had
windless sail with broken echoes of a never ending life
Whispered conversations twisted faces in the clouds
I've been hot winged and hoodwinked and dead
Semi automatic
Copyright Paul Day 2002
Part of a 5 track mini album recorded near Tom's River in New Jersey 2002 by the original Makshow USA line up
She's Not A Girl
Copyright Paul Day 1999
Part of a 5 track mini album recorded near Tom's River in New Jersey 2002 by the original Makshow USA line
Born Yesterday
Copyright Paul Day 2002
Part of a 5 track mini album recorded near Tom's River in New Jersey 2002 by the original Makshow USA line up
No Pressure
Copyright Paul Day 2002
Part of a 5 track mini album recorded near Tom's River in New Jersey 2002 by the original Makshow USA line up
your conversation.
You see yourself in my eyes.
Another day has passed us by.
The more time I spend,
The less I see of you.
I'll never take it
rhythm
In conversations
Killing time
With sloppy seconds
Defending yourself
Without any attacks
With a broken back
And shattered kneecaps
and
Pull strings for Italian women
No, rap over strings by Italian women
To show you how we can move together in harmony
To become one
Tearing down
Holding hands in public
Never ashamed of what we did
Smiling because we lived
N'Sync tearing up my heart
Trying make our marks
Not afraid of the dark
Seen you from the back of the room
Drawn in by your smile
Building conversation
We should just take it slow
Send me your location
Gotta make it over
you what's going on
Nelly:
What's going on 'cross the seas?
Every minute a child dies by this disease
In record numbers, indeed
Got mommas crying out,
little sister
Crying because she doesn't have
A dress without a patch
For the party to go
But you know she'll get by
'Cause she's living in
See, conversation's better than bein' lonely
So I try my best to ad-lib
I told the joke about the woman
Who asked her lover "Why is your organ so
And whisper words to tell me it's alright
I'll stay by you in your darkest nights
Tine and again the situation shows
You make it better
Time and again
Gotta do what I gotta do
Yeah
Uh, all my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where, tuition is handled
By
Just in a simple conversation
You can hear the feeling change
Down to the sea
And if you need an explanation
I defy you to explain
Why I am so
I'm living in that 21st century
Doing something mean to it
Do it better than anybody you ever seen do it
Screams from the haters, got a nice ring
the cannon camcorder bendin' over
Blowin' game by the quarter weed over in the Rover nigga
From Philly to where I'm landin I'm a cannon.
And I'm on that
Days pass by and my eyes, they dry, and I think that I'm okay
'Til I find myself in conversation fading away
The way you smile, the way you walk
Woke up to the clock
What knob makes it stop
Time to be aware
Time to just be there
You go, go , go, go,
I go, go , go, go,
Conversations rare
Being here in this room
It's driving me crazy
Not holdin', not holdin' you
It's just conversation
And second-hand perfume
But it goes to my head
So
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