Lyrics:
singing what they say
Can you play one, that we all know
How bout something that we all can dance to
We wanna hear something faster
We're doing shots
Stop the clocks, it's amazing
You should see the way the light dances off your head
A million colors of hazel, golden and red
Saturday morning is
in to taking a chance
And letting us play the homecoming dance.
We packed them in to the high school gym
And they didn't let us quit til 3 AM
(Repeat
me crowded room eyes across the dance floor
Too weak both of us always searching for more
Trynna run away but we come back
Wanna pull the brakes but
so lets go to the strip.
Now I hop in the car, now I'm pushing and whipping.
Pull up to the strip I see bitches and women
I seen one bitch walking
a little boy heard a rap[00:34.45]He was seven years old to be exact[00:36.66]The rap in question was playin' on the radio[00:39.18]The boy was destined
clowns
Cause man are all fass, man are all gas
Can't fuck with P & Ills on a track
Watch the dance get done like "oh my god"
Professional, Man stay on job
to her happy place, the country richest in minerals in the world But her population lives in poverty
Her misery is a silences radio, pain in the heart
So young but so old
Holding on never letting go
We could talk for hours dance in the moonlight
Sit by the fire
In our hearts we knew
We would have
heart attacks
So one day, somebody's driving him
In his big car along the road
And he doesn't feel so good
And he asks the boy to stop and let him out
to accept.
Money power respect Is the key to life.
Radio by my head when I slept at night.
Tryna count sheep with the Shepard's eye.
In the next room mama
requests to do a tune by the late great Sam Cooke
There were so many great tunes he did in the 60s
That it would take me really all night long to go through
Stop the clocks, it's amazing
You should see the way the light dances off your head
A million colours of hazel, golden and red
Saturday morning is
Stop the clocks, it's amazing
You should see the way the
Light dances off your hair
A million colours of hazel, golden and red
Saturday morning is
Stop the clocks, it's amazing
You should see the way the light dances off your head
A million colours of hazel, golden and red
Saturday morning is
groups, so they can put on they fam
Puff Daddy had you samplin' old records to dance
Biggie Smalls made you ball after One More Chance
The radio
Alienation of a radio TV movie nation
No patience in this land of patients
Out of sight make that White House right
And you know what they doin' just
call the blues “the blues”
And how they’re gonna do it if they really don’t want to dance
And where was the beef? There was never any beef to lose!
rhyme
In '92 I let the Cage outta Alex
Through college radio demonstrate the fist, fuck the love ballads
Summon demons in my ad libs, fun triplin'
Sleep now on the bed that so feigns my breath
Don't dream of the days we've given up
Let that sun slip
Come and dance by the armored soldiers
For
dance to that sexy radio show
Our hips locked tight
Your neck sweating glow
All sweet night, we'd cook
Supper slow
And oh by the way
You left
leather shooting up the midnight motorway
I drove the car that took my love away
I glimpsed her hair
Blown by the wind
And passing headlights
Dance
groups, so they can put on they fam
Puff Daddy had you samplin' old records to dance
Biggie Smalls made you ball after One More Chance
The radio
Yo, first I sprinkle a verse
By adding words, rhymes
Flippin 'em in to a verse with lines
Then ima hit 'em with spurts rhyme
Then ima let 'em
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