Lyrics:
At my door the leaves are falling
A cold wild wind has come
Sweethearts walk by together
And I still miss someone
I go out on a party
So if you want to (uh, uh, huh, uh, uh)
You got the green light (uh, uh, huh, uh, uh)
Give it to mama
Go, go, go, go oh oh oh
Go, go, go, go oh
Got no problems, my weed lit, got nowhere to go
So we ride and we smoke til we can't anymore
And keep floatin'
Pass it to your man, roll another
Hey homeboy how come everywhere you go you have to go by limousine man
Hey man that's my thing
I know its your thing
Every time I see you you are
came
He pulled out a gun and said, "Go blame."
Ya lying ass girl with the fake tears
We got posse and we show no fears
We
sinkin' in the quicksand
Created by the keeper of time
Cast aside by using ancient tricks
That changes your state of mind
They got you catering
Grabbed the beat
Looped it up
Saw my check
Scooped it up
Rock ignition
Got to listen
Change position
Start transmission
Point the camera
Click
of Laredo grew cold as the clay.
We took the young cowboy down to the green valley,
And there stands his marker, we made, to this day.
We beat the drum
Ooh, fuck, fuck
Fuck, I got this bad cold
Yeah, I let it up, let it up, let it up
I let it up
I don't want this to go away (go away)
It's
scoop, on this loop to loop
Goin' off and off, not soft of course
Just black and back to go back and forth
Go to school and cool, ?? ?? and pull
Got
to mars
We about to take off
In
Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven
Six
Five
Four
Three
Two
One
I wanna go crazy! I wanna go I wanna go
I wanna go crazy! that's where I
Uh, you make the beat
You make the beat go
You make the beat
You make the beat go
Our love is supernatural
Hey baby, actually
I'm for sure
Got our feet on a narrow road
Got our eyes on the one who will be our goal
and our brothers at our side
If we stumble we won't fall
If we miss
by Dickey Betts
(c) 1980 EMI Blackwood Music Inc. and Pangola Publishing Company
We've been through hell and high water,
Ready to go through
the
Way infatuation gets beat up by the time
[Chorus]
Well, I see your life has evolved
Into one big masquerade
And all of those old fools you used
not
Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go, I cannot grow old in Salem's Lot
So here I go, it's my shot
Feet, fail me not, this may be
We are sharin' jeans
If I go outside, I got the only clothing on
How many cars do we own? (None!)
How many cars do we own? (None, sir!)
Should we
the story?
Did you find another man?
Is it easy to sleep in the bed that we made?
When you don't look back I guess the feelings start to fade away.
I
Well, love's got a hold on me, won't let go;
'cause it's the real thing ba-by,
I just want you to know
That I love you all the way,
More and more
gets nice with Charlie Chan
We're offered Moet (we don't mind Chivas)
Wherever we go with bring the Monkey with us
Adrock drinks three (Mike D. Is D.)
this what it's 'bout
We rob that trick and stick his dick off in his fuckin' mouth
We Memphis niggas
Go to sleep hoe, go to sleep, go to sleep hoe,
Silvio silver and gold
Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold
Silvio I gotta go
Find out something only dead men know
Honest as the next jade
two won′t go
Three into two won't go
I drive by your house late at night
Just to see if your old man′s car's at home
I′m tired of calling and hanging
for another day
Come go with me, we've got it made
Let me take you on an escapade (let's go)
Escapade
We'll have a good time
Escapade
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