Lyrics:
I was lost
And alone
I gave up
I gave in
Threw out love
In the cold
Didn't think I'd do it again
I searched all over the world
But none do like you
[Lyrics by Volker Frerich]
[Music by Volker Frerich and F. Krynojewski]
Some say our world will end in fire; some say, in ice
What if it silently
I wanna be alone (said I wanna be alone)
All by myself
Said I'm staying home, I don't need no one else (wanna be alone)
I was cool, gave you one
ass hump, stab muffs/
Women grab studs, show em upper class Tantra/
Now Dance dumb, have fun, I'll rap till I collapse lungs/
Chickens flash juggs if
(Kepadamu)
If you back that thing up
Yo I'm gon' hit it
Verse 1
Yo, I make jams
Sure clubs gon' blast
Make 'em freaks dance
Lose g-strings fast
Yes I love
of time
Far past the frozen leaves
The haunted frightened trees
Out to the windy bench
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
Yes, to dance beneath
Don't forget about the days when we would dance in the rain
Just keep your head up high and keep on looking towards the sky
Vegas ain't too far I
out stay in shape
Benz plates
Cruise around wit the hot sounds
Pumped loud, "I Be" by Fox Brown
It's locked down
Overall tryin' to make moves stay in
Black american. Prison bars
Trail of tears. Lynching trees
Manifest Destiny
Brown menace from the south
Khmer Rouge. Odd man out
Green mists dance
out your neck
If your home alone
In this life of hell
The holes in your body
They spell,
Relief from despair,
I tell
Truths of evil deeds
Created by
never even tried counter
Counterculture passed me right by
(I'm on the outside)
Don't talk to debutantes
Don't eat in restaurants
The patrons sit
Dance into the speakers and max up the volume
Feel so high tonight and moved by my feet
My heart in the speakers is loving the volume
In pretty
contagious - would you dance with the wicked
In the midnight hour - do you dare to go
I will devour
Keep hold on to your crucifix
I'm out for a sacrifice
Yeahh Uh Yeahh Welcome To Brooklyn Maino Yeah Tru Religion
King Robin's Jean Fiend Black Gucci Sneakers With The
Red And Green Strings Hoody By Mavi
Fall's Down We Pick It Up
Umbrella On The Floor
Boy Ima Pick It Up
Quicker Then The Stick Is Up
Press Button Shoulder'z Up
Over Us, Cover Us
Boy You Rockin
No like Moses parting the Red Sea
Like a Chauffeur me at the back of a Bentley
So I step out all white can't stain
What you want, rosé champagne
I
Fall on
Gimme nice jonce the same boys
I like the way I'm feeling now
No come use your Reggae spoil my blues and rhythm now
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
I'm a hustla, I'm a I'm a hustla homie
'97 had a brick by the muffler crony
Wholesale to my select
Preferred customers only
The white horse cooked
on a nigga downfall, I swear it's Many Men
I'm the type of youngin' shot call, I ain't no middle man
You can blame me if I fall, I'm 'bout to get it in
Put
much you kids can learn from me
Worship me I think not(knot) like Boy Scouts do
Don't want a cult but I'll cultivate by cropping you
Yo Grow from this
on
In a haze, the beginning of your days
Going to fall down
Got to get back up, but at your own pace
Get to fill your cup and find the way
Out of your
My nigga tell me where you got your chain from
No I ain't looking for my own, I ain't trying to be owned by another
Either you gon' fight or you gon'
to just stay here forever
You shine like lights in the city
And they know for miles around
You're out of this world pretty
And I’m pretty sure by now
You
hachoo
No heart might as well fall out you sick boy might as well fall out
Heaven is an army we all that I said heaven is an army we all that
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