Lyrics:
Big wheel turn my fantasy
Donâ??t you throw your shade on me
Iâ??ve been drinking down your pain
Iâ??m gonna turn that whiskey into rain
Wash it
More than just two lips away
If my hours could be spent
Near you
I'd be more than content
Near you
Make my life worthwhile
By telling me that
only with storm
From way before sunup to way up to sundown papa walked behind that ol' mule
Until the day that they laid him away he lived by the golden
is about to blow
No don't look away
Caught in the crossfire
And it ain't no wind of change
I'm talking of crime and passion's rage
Way down by
Fade to black
Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane
Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane
Dance little tin goddess
Sing it for us
(Na na na
Old black magic has me in its spell
Old black magic that you weave so well
Those icy fingers up and down my spine
The same old witch craft when
concealment
All along the lonesome plain.
Your beauty so enticed me,
I could not pass it by,
So it's with my gun I'll guard you
All
Old black magic has me in its spell
Old black magic that you weave so well
Those icy fingers up and down my spine
The same old witch craft when
things up (sing it with me)
Bust your lip, rush your clique, what
Outz in the area tearin' things up
Crush your chick, touch your trick, what
Outz in
Young black nigga trapped and he can't change it
Know he a genius, he just can't claim it
'Cause they left him no platforms to explain it
He frustrated
concealment
All along the lonesome plain.
Your beauty so enticed me,
I could not pass it by,
So it's with my gun I'll guard you
All
You dance real slow
You wreck it down
You walk away, then you
Turn around
What did that old blonde
Gal say?
That is the part
You throw
concealment
All along the lonesome plain.
Your beauty so enticed me,
I could not pass it by,
So it's with my gun I'll guard you
All
to the morning light
The magic runes are writ in gold to
Bring the balance back bring it back
At last the sun is shining
The clouds of blue roll by
With flames
were black they didn't want to except us
But it's ok, I got my own plan
'Cause yo, I ain't down wit your program
The natives cook, wash
What's in a life
If you don't live it, baby
It's just getting on by
With a promise, what if, maybe
Hanging around
Waiting for something
to prove
Our mutilation is to gain from the system
Ooh, turn your head away
From the screen, oh people
It will tell you nothing more
Don't suck
Worried for my friend
As he shows me round the flat
Where I don't want to find him
His lips an' eyelids black
He don't believe my speech
That lines can
It'll grab you by the short hairs
And gently tie you to the rack
If you think you can outrun it
That'll be your first mistake
'Cause the recipe
You can be a million miles away from me
You can be kissin' another man's lips
But I'm your man, I'm your man
If tomorrow would stay behind
Mercedes-Benz gets blown to bits
While all the time in the Camptown Theatres of Piccadilly
They're going to throw a black-face minstrel show for the barefoot
of miles away
Sierra Leone connects to what we go through today
Over here it's a drug trade, we die from drugs
Over there they die from what we buy from
Old black magic has me in its spell
Old black magic that you weave so well
Those icy fingers up and down my spine
The same old witch craft when
Don't lose your way
With each passing day
You've come so far
Don't throw it away
Live believing
Dreams are for weaving
Wonders are waiting
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