Lyrics:
Cold sweat, heavy breath, quick pulse, clenched fists
Heightened senses, matched by diminished abilities
Cold sweat, heavy breath, quick pulse,
here
Can you feel it?
Let me see you break a sweat
Can you handle me?
It's burning up in here
Can you feel it?
Let me see you break a sweat
Let me see
Fuss with my woman
Toil for my kids
Sweat till I'm wrinkled and gray
But that lucky old sun
Ain't got nothing to do
But roll around heaven all day
with casualties
Blood, Sweat, and Tears
Blood, Sweat, and Tears
Blood, Sweat, and Tears
Blood, Sweat, and Tears
So you think that it’s ok, to run me out
bad memories
Lord, send me an angel right now while I'm having ghetto dreams
Cold sweats listenin' to the old sweat
One, two that's a ho check
Now
Dream flesh love chase perfumed skin
Greased hand teeth hide tinseled sin
Spice ice dance chance sickly grin
Pasteboard time slot sweat and spin
things for us all
Sooner or later the music goes
I see a trace of sweat on your face
[Chorus]
Move in, move in
Remember, now, the times we had
Break A Sweat, Break A Sweat, Break A Sweat
Break A Sweat, Break A Sweat, Break A Sweat
Gotta lotta work, no sleep today
Stickin with it, cause I know it
A change will do you good
I always knew it would
Sometimes I'm thinking that I love you
But I know it's only lust
Your kiss so sweet
Your sweat
got these night sweats
Night sweats
I got these night sweats
Night sweats
There's the president parading on the CNN
Little red hands wipe his forehead
From the way you make me sweat
Give me some of your thug passion, baby (thug passion)
Ooh whoa
Now what if me
Turn this Hennessey into a robbery
wheel.
Dream flesh love chase perfumed skin
Greased hand teeth hide tinseled sin
Spice ice dance chance sickly grin
Pasteboard time slot sweat
(Happy birthday) (Oh)
Imma make you work for it
Imma make you work
Imma make you work for it
Imma make you work
Ooh, Imma make you sweat for it
That
sweat and strain.
Body all achin'
And wracked with pain.
Tote that barge.
Lift that bale.
Get a little drunk
And you land in jail.
I gets weary
I'm getting down on the dancefloor
I make you sweat make you sweat
I'm getting down on the dancefloor
I make you sweat make you sweat
I'm getting
never hurt no one
Come on take me down, down, down, down
I'm in a cold sweat
Lord don't let me drown, drown, drown, drown
Mother earth's soul, yet
again, hey
Mission four, got the vintage Rolls
Drop a couple hundreds, tell 'em leave it at the door
I ain't worried, doing me tonight
A little sweat
nothing to say
Can't stop it
The fire's turning up, you started too late
There's a fever in your head
Sweat's dripping your tongue's been slipping
Now it's
East Side on mine
Just like every time
L, L
Interior like white wine
We don't wear jeans in here
Slidin' in my sweats, these was fifteen hundred,
Drift the Beamer, bloody sneakers
Pack a 'Wood, and my sweat 'fit Billionaire
Costa Rica, swipe a Visa
Seventeen, but I'm gon' be a millionaire
Drift
Ah Ahh
Ah Ahh
She got the High Fever
When she was dancing
Got under my blanket
And she’s gonna sweat it
And she’s gonna sweat it
And she’s gonna
Ah Ahh
Ah Ahh
She got the Corona when she was dancing
Got under my blanket and she's gonna sweat it
And she's gonna sweat it
And she's gonna sweat it
with my woman toil for my kids
Sweat 'til I'm wrinkled and gray
While that lucky old sun has nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day
Good
break out huh, in a cold sweat
Hey, get down, down
Get on down, get on down
Come on down
I don't care alright, about your wants
I just wanna tell
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