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There is no plan you,
I love my shoes,
I feel the groove,
But I'm not dancing with the devil,
cnd I'm sure your not that special,
So I have things to say

with dry fish and have good smell,
I've grown into a 6-foot silhouette up in a tomb,
c dark 4 by 4 space that I like to the call the whom,
So therefore,

they're with
And it was glance by glance
And it was blow by blow
Did they know
Just who they loved

Here it is again in the same disguise
Clean shoes, smart

been gullible. I got the shit you want to dance, what...if you're with me in the club to all my people throw your hands up. 

EVERYBODY IN THE FRONT

everything, yeah
With some good red wine and my brand new shoes
Gonna dance up a blue streak around my living room
Take a chance on love and try how it feels

they gon' play me, no doubt
Still making 'em smile
Make 'em kick off they shoes and stay for a while
We stay in the clouds
Post up on the roofs and wave

An Indian man with a bright orange hat fixes his brim for it must have gone flat 
His yellow vest seems to float flawlessly large as he’s met by

Street Soldier

Paris

Street Fighter

1994

and straight bumpin' 
I knew you was a bitch from the first take 
No eye contact with the handshake 
Couldn't relates to where I'm comin' from, when I came

net
She said my presents
Is making her wet
Get on the mic
I'ma air out the set
Came by myself
I'ma leave with a set
I know these niggas got favorites

one is called down to ride
So yeah here we go

I be C-breezy with the muthafucking dance moves
I be Kevin bacon with the muthafucking footloose
I be MJ

of life, laughter we adore.
With shoes worn out and dreams intact,
We'll find joy in every simple act.
No matter the challenge, no matter the test,
In

Friday Night, Saturday Morning [Bonus Track]

The Specials

Rip It Up and Start Again: Postpunk 1978-1984

2006

Out of bed at eight am 
Out my head by half past ten 
Out with mates and dates and friends 
That's what I do at weekends 
I can't talk and I

until I noticed it was comin true
My mind was clear at one time
Blindin me as it filled with clues
And truths
Main bitch and a mistress but no muse
Pay yo

the door with no key
I'm busting the world lowkey
Acid on my tongue, I don't know sleep
Lancey Foux, the greatest never seen

Do or die keep a chick by my

records with my cousin, youngster, we were
Fresh... nowadays it's saggin' pants and they don't dance...
Can't hear what they saying... be a man boy say
It

with no alibi
Blasian fine as hell where you been all my life?
Baby hop in the demon let's go for a ride

My pockets fat like Paul Blart
Got a extended

Sweet Baby, (Yeah)
Sweet Darling, (Yeah)
I Love You, (Yeah)
Forever , (Yeah)

And I love her like no other 
Met her in the 80’s introduced by my

drop him with my fuckin' hands

I'm walkin' with that pipe and you can tell just by my fuckin' stance
Lil' nigga, but never need no pole, just stand my

pulled up with a zip nigga
Yeah, onna good day
And don't ask me bout no Ho cause you know I hit the bitch nigga
Hmph, onna good day (Bleed em)
In a good

Same Thing Twice

John Wesley Harding

Here Comes the Groom

1989

'cause I'm getting just a segment
And all I end up with is another evening
Doing the same thing twice

Well it hurts so bad to get this stoned
By ugly

with no makeup
singing lullabies

As the morning sun rises
and the day brings new surprises
I will stay by your side

Oh, oh… Hey Hey

Oh oh oh, where do

Okay I'm back home from a hectic day at school
With no assignments right
Judging by the look of things
Today might be a cold night
So I'm on the bed

to attrition
No magician or physician will envision a remission
Ammunition acquisition That's submission by addition come on
They want you to be a big dope they

I keep makin it a big deal. With the devil, start to dance
We were so broke, pizza was a luxury
Burn our own throat but we feelin lucky
Growin up hot