Lyrics:
holdin' hands, tried to make me understand (yeah)
Make girls fall in love, that's my (magic power), yes
Everybody's jealous I won't ease it with these
happens when everybody finds out (I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I)
See the vulture circling dark clouds (I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I)
Love's a fragile little flame, it could burn
Uh, uh
I got that real good, feel good stuff
Up under the seat of my big black jacked up truck
Rollin' on thirty-fives
Pretty girl by my side
changed my mind
But still, the wars go on, as the years go by
With no love of God or human rights
And all these dreams are swept aside
By bloody hands
and legs that fit right in
She's wicked to all the beaming dreamers
Who'll later boast of an evening
By her fiery side
Oh but to be,
Oh but to be,
What everybody wanna see, yeah
'Cause would it be L.A without Mexicans?
It's black love, brown pride and the sets again
Pete Wilson tryna see us all
can not see anything
America can not see anything
History was written by the winner
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Everybody's
all black
All chrome, black-owned
Black tints, matte black
Walked by, my window down, let 'em see who in it
Crack a big smile (ding)
Go figure, me
I don't mess with the monkey
Let him roll right off my back
I fly like a bee to the honeys
Turn a bar to an all out love shack
Can I get an amen,
of generals
And generals full of shit
I stumble to the graveyard and I
Lay down by my parents, whisper
Just remember duckies everybody gets got
I’d rather be
Understand this
I'm not looking for true love tonight
If you wanna be my little baby
You can meet me in the pale moonlight
I been workin' every day 8
Her head rolls back and forth
Against the billows of her long black shiny hair
As she contemplates the ecstasy
Of some other love that now she
on the floor
But baby I gotta get through
Crumb by crumb in this big black forest
Maybe in you I'll believe
Maybe I'll believe in you
Suddenly I'm not
for me
That never rains in the sun and everybody got love
To live and die in LA, where everyday we try to fatten our pockets
Us niggas hustle for
Damn your lips very soft
As I turn my Blackberry off
And I turn your bath water on
And you turn off your iPhone
Careless whispers, eye fuckin',
Roger Whittaker - Everything is beautiful
Jesus loves the little children,
All the little children of the world.
Red and yellow, black and white,
flickering grace
That died with the silent age?
When everybody knew your name
They all knew your name
Born wild like a prairie flower
She was sown by
face I've ever seen
Oh dance little sister, you turn me on
You make my blood run hot
Killer legs in that short black dress
Baby, you was born to rock
And said fuck it I'mma steal this land
Everybody wanna tell me what I am, what I am not
You ain't black, you a mothafuckin' white boy
Shut ya mouth, do
you are
Notify your next of kin
'Cause you're never coming back
I've been dropping beats since Back in Black
And we'll paint by numbers
'Til
I'm so high
Rock on!
Black shades
Three-quarter leathers and medallions
Honeys lined up ready to ride like stallions
Since good love is hard
a little tonight (uh uh)
'cause everybody's making trouble
Someone's burst their bubble
But we'll be getting by alright (uh uh uh)
Sooner or later this
loose lips, by the jungle flise
Suck the pearl tongue juices, off you fly misses
Take her out to the Spark's stakehouse, gentelmen style
Coincidental,
a little tonight (uh uh)
'cause everybody's making trouble
Someone's burst their bubble
But we'll be getting by alright (uh uh uh)
Sooner or later this
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