Lyrics:
'Cause I ain't seen nobody like you
You look so good, when you walk by
I had to stop, you blew my high
A real angel bringing back to earth
there's a heaven on Earth, man that'd be mine
Yeah, that'd be mine
Oh, just a little bit south of heaven, mmm yeah
blue
I'm always alone when I fall asleep
And the girls that walk downtown are like some stars that fell to earth
They like the veins in my arm,
Miss the beat, you lose the rhythm
And nothing falls into place, no
Only missed by a fraction
Slipped a little off your pace, oh
The more things
face the facts
Even when we walk in polka dots and checker slacks
Bowing and squawking
Running after tidbits
Bobbing and squinting
Just like a nitwit
Come take my hand (come take my hand)
To get to this one
We'll walk this road together, through the storm
Now some of you might still be in that place
Yeah, yeah
Kissing, I hope they caught us
Whether they like or not (not)
I wanna show you off (off), I wanna show you off (off)
I wanna brag
her pretty little feet
And your buddies can carry you home
You can back off and let her dance with me
And live to fight another day
Or you can keep
the crusty schooners of old
eternity bound with their decaying cargo
of raggedy bones and mold
some graves are cared for by little old men
others fall into
a little white one
She didn't want you hangin' out in the sun
With a small town roughneck man
That'll never be nothin' but an old field hand
Showed up
girl-e-o
Bimbo is a little boy who's got a million friends
And every time he passes by they all invite him in
He'll clap his hands and sing and dance talk
It was always me versus the world
Until I found it's me versus me
Why, why, why, why?
Why, why, why, why?
Just remember what happens on earth
on a weather-beaten shack, a little fishing boat near by with "High Heels" written on the back.
Ooo. Ooo. Ummm. Um!
High heel shoes on the floor beside
wouldn't change a minute
I can't slow down inside
Guess that's why I live it
The years of mischief
Followed by weeks of thrift
I land on earth's
of each other
Avoid slipping back off the straight and narrow,
It's better by far than getting stuck in a figure of eight.
Well figure it out for
(Southside Bronx)
Yo, yo
We off the block this year
Went from a little to a lot this year
Everybody mad at the rocks that I wear
I know where I'm goin'
to complain when
There's so many much worse off than you
How can you stand there
And just watch them do it?
How can you stand there?
Come walk with me
Bimbo
Does your mommie know, that your going down the road to see a little girlie-o
Bimbo, is a little boy, who's got million friends
and every time
Miss the beat, you lose the rhythm
And nothing falls into place, no
Only missed by a fraction
Slipped a little off your pace, oh
The more things
conscience comes into play (I gotta do this)
Alright, stop (Huh?)
Now before you walk in the door of this liquor store
And try to get money out the drawer
I'm drunk off the liquor
Smokin' funk by the boxes, packin' Glocks is
Natural to eat you niggas like chocolates
The funk baby
(I live for
the traitor
He will ask for papers
(What's this?)
Say I'm a nice invader
Made a roof, made a weapon, made a flag per acre
By the snotty little nuzzle
I'd sing the harmonies and Dixie sang the melody
And we sing a little off key sometimes
But we had some fun, son of a gun
I wonder if I ever even
)
Directed, written and starred by (walk, walk, walk, walk)
The one and only (walk, walk, walk, walk)
Zeltron (walk, walk, walk, walk)
Bullshit fly my way, I
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