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Perfume Garden

The Chameleons UK

What Does Anything Mean? Basically

1985

the street
You could feel the heat
Let me tell you friend
They could hardly wait
To mark your sheet
It was maximum joy
For the men they employed
To hold you

Yeah
This that old school shit
Make me all nostalgic
Like them good old days
I mean, you know I wasn’t alive yet
But I still feel it
Went back home

fuck what they think
I just stay smoking on good, having a couple of drinks
I remain focused on me, I am the only one next
That's why your girl is

rep the 303
Well let me make myself clear
I love this city
There's a party by the artwork down on Santa Fe
Grab your girls
Grab a bottle cause we're

think about me
"Now" she said, "now that you've a family of your own"
"Still" she said, "it's so blessed good to feel your body"
"Lord" she said"

doin time 
Cause we gone make it real big one day 
Just hold on and have faith 
Remember anticipating that drive-by 
Only to be transferred to the eyed

birds attitude and the colors
Of winter and spring, little it seems cos we fall
And face the heat like summer time, never cease to recall
All the good

it's gonna go to show that

We haven't talked about the time in a good while
And you've given me a million signs
I only wanna tell you my mind

Overtime,

I did float on top as I thought when I was nineteen
You had always been there, on my mind but unseen
Permission granted by the way that your cunning

Where'd you get those two black eyes?
Did it all not go to plan?
Did they take you by surprise?
Does it make you feel like a man?
But who respects

not copping
Brodie was off a pill talkin mad crazy
So we put his ass in the coffin
All of this weed in my lungs and a perc on my tongue that shit got me

regular man
Got all this treas' that was stacked in a pile
I'm boutta make it a grand
Feeling too good, so I turn up the dial
Feel the bass shaking my band

the the good guy on the inside and I'm only tryna get by
I had to slow down on the alcohol cause it was killin my insides
Drinking more than the average guy

you meet mom and dad

Am I good enough?
Will I make her laugh?
Would she feel ashamed, when she's walking by my side?

Every tuesday evening
with music

find me
And try not to feel so swallowed by this town

And I burn in bed as the world grows colder
I grow lonesome, I grow older
Swinging, grasping in

the moment's heat
You can't fuck with me
Through my mind is good, evil tries to spread
In my mind is peace, most can't deal with it

Reimburse like a mob that

I'm gone, oh-oh

When I'm gone raise a glass
Make a toast there right by the casket
'Cause I can do now what you're not able
I'm drinkin' good red wine

your care on them (there's nothing to fear)
that make me feel so ashame (pretty garbage indeed)

This land is like nowhere
someplace else looks more

the price, bigger the jerk

No solution
Here‘s my way to bleed you
By blocking the markets, I’ll make the rates level off
Wheat, steel, oil to start with /

out of this line
I think that it's fine
Stand by the shrine
Give us glory to combine
You have power that is divine
Just be a good feline

This was god's

robbin big plugs take all they shit an make em broke,
I ain’t askin forgiveness, I can’t feel remorse no mo,
Unless I’m tripped off the henni then just

there soon
Cos nothing in this world keeps me hoping
Like the thought of you
That we could be something good
I could be on my way to you


Will you wait

feels good to prove em wrong, you see I’m bout that shit
My testimony will be heard, ima shout that shit
Whether battered or scratch free, i done made it

imaginations and having the guts to do whatever made us feel amazing. They’d probably tell us something good on the news, like all these crooked politicians