Lyrics:
I don't care, as long as the bassline's pumpin'
The drumline bangin' away
Make one move and I'll blow you away
One false move and I'll blow you away
by little
You whittled me down
Blow by blow
The crashing sound
The man in the middle
The middle ground
Blow by blow
I came around
I was a boy once
Bad
a brand new sunset, I won't cry, cry, cry
'Cause I'm a tough boy
I'm here alone my empty room
Take down my posters from the wall
Like old paint
You came down to this southern town last summer
To show the folks a brand new way of life
But all you've shown the folks around here is trouble
Ooh yeah, I don't care, as long as the bassline's pumpin'
The drumline bangin' away
Make one move and I'll blow you away
One false move and I'll
Runnin' for your life, by the knife
Runnin' from your wife yipes
You should've stuck with home
Your mind to blow your dome
It was you that chose
me again
I know we ain't together but ever since you found you a new man
You been acting like you don't know who I am
She be acting brand new
She be
a storage cross town when lights seven mo rise
Touchin side, that Grand Theft Auto life
Rollin up in my safe house, I'm lookin down
Done it by my design
Big pipes soundin' like thunder
Skated by the skin of my teeth
I had to put a man in his place last week
Now why you wanna come at me?
I'm the wrong
with another man
(What the fuck?) Grady
Alright, calm down, relax, start breathin'
Fuck that shit, you just caught this bitch cheatin'
While you
all over the blimps
Here's a toast to my foes, it's like a whole new beginning
From ? and prima, loads of women rockin' linen
I got a plan to blow
of it all
Well, he's riding in the shadow by the St. Joe ridge
Hearing the click-clack tapping of a blind man's cane
He was pulling into Baker on a New
ever think that we're steppin' out of here,
You ever think you're gettin' up, down, around or in,
Huh huh, you better think again, my friend
Because
(So?)
Man it's been a little while
Since them old days walking down Textile
Took it by the step, it got harder by the mile
Can't go back, but I look into
proud they're "cuckoo," too
His music's rare you must declare
The boy is there with two hot lips
Heard him play the other night
And old man Oscar
the stiff hoes out the game
Blow the whistle
I only fuck with money makers, the hustlers
Bitches who know how to get motherfuckers
You tryin hard, you put
Left right left, down the street
Getting paid freak by freak
There you see me, there you don't
You wonder will I, or won't
Is it yes, is it no?
But
the third lane
Gramps still prayin' workin on my nerves man...
Like, "Son you gotta get your soul clean...
Before they blow them horns like Coltrane..."
down by the fuckin' four pound in your dome
Hit you with the nick plate chrome
Queensbridge, that's my motherfuckin' home
Off the top of my head, yo,
stand a chance, with cops
Even my old fans like old man just stop
I could if I would but I can't
I'm hot, and you blow
I'm still the man to watch,
with another man
(What the fuck?) Grady
Alright, calm down, relax, start breathin'
Fuck that shit, you just caught this bitch cheatin'
While you
girl was the cause of it all
Well, he's riding in the shadow by the St. Joe ridge
Hearing the click-clack tapping of a blind man's cane
He was
man go make am
This year man go blow down
Shotty down anywhere I enter
Dem go call my name oo
This year no go pass by
This year money go come
This year
beating heart
In a little while
I will blow by every breeze
Friday night running
To Sunday on my knees
That girl, that girl, she's mine
And I've
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