Lyrics:
I'm sure our love together will endure a hurricane
Oh my baby
Won't you please let me love you
And give a relief from this awful misery?
What is
run, run, run, runaway
Run, run, run, run, runaway
Run, run, run, run, runaway
They said to give 'em a minute, so I'll, I'll recite something
run New York (yeah)
Watch out! We run New York (yeah) (Hurricane G hit em one time)
From the Brook, taught how to trick by the real gangsta crooks
Got me in my feelings, mm
What the hell you doin' to me?
I can't help what I'm feelin'
Yeah, 'cause I'm falling down like a summer rain
People
in the street
From the fire roads to the interstate
Now some guys they just give up living
And start dying little by little, piece by piece
Some
Ever wondered about the hurricanes?
Ever see the anger in the rain, false
I think it's just the world crying for
Asking what the hell we dying for
close enough to hear 'em whistle
Thank God they missed you, and go grab ya pistol
In the hood n- runnin' round actin' crazy
Buyin' little Air Jordans
in the street
From the fire roads to the interstate
Some guys they just give up living
And start dying little by little, piece by piece
Some guys
Hell, what do we know, maybe a little luck was worth fighting for
I hate to say it, but I'd take my chances, watch 'em roll away
I'd hate to admit what
Steel-driver, you sure was a hammer-swinger."
Then they go on by pickin' up a little bit of speed.
Clickity clack clickity clack clickity clack clickity clack
, shit I'm anxious as hell
Manson, you're safe in that cell, be thankful it's jail
I used to be my mommy's little angel at twelve
Thirteen I was putting
mothafuckas how to act now
I'ma show 'em how to act
I'ma show you, show you, show you, show you
I'ma show 'em how to act
Okay now picture little Bobby
This a a little tale about a hotel in the Caribbean.
Well it wasn't really a hotel, it was a patio
bar with funky rooms and an outdoor disco
with
A autour do rocher
This a a little tale about a hotel in the Caribbean.
Well it wasn't really a hotel, it was a patio
Bar with funky rooms
some buffoon blown away by her style
She goes out of her way so she can play and make him beg for a little while
Shoot 'em down, shoot 'em down
Words and music by John Kay
Good evening one and all, this is channel 24
Bringing you the latest news around the world
Down in Florida today,
girls of the world ain't nothing but trouble
So next time a girl gives you the play
Just remember my rhymes and get the hell away
I was in a bar one
[Chorus]
In Norway, there sits a maid
By lou, my baby, she begins
Little know I my child's father
Or if land or sea he's livin' in
Then there
not Tito
Have a couple babies, now let her get up
If we prayed and respected by big and the little
Riddle by the stock exchange rockgame
Get
and on the table.
I gave up my world so many times
Just to see 'em tear it apart
Oh, Lord have a little bit of pity
On my poor old heart.
I wonder just how
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
breathe
There's water in my lungs
I'm cold as hell
And I can't feel my feet
Please
I'm numb before I realize what's happened to me
Hurricane season
Don't
okay
I gotta hit the spot looking fly
I wanna watch the OG thugs roll by
Find a little venom and gettin' 'em low cut
Not too much, just enough to wake
Heaven and hell is on earth
Heaven and hell is on earth
Who gives a damn about me?
(Huh?) Me (what?), me, yeah, little old
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