Lyrics:
your boo
Baby wish me well
Baby wish me well (wish me well)
It's all a dream just like a wishing well (well)
To give 'em hell, and you know that I
never can behave
You give me a smile and I'm wrapped up in your magic
There's music all around me
Crazy music, music that keeps calling me so
Baby
a living
Barely getting by, it's all taking and no giving
They just use your mind and they never give you credit
It's enough to drive you crazy if you let
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
Ooh, you're givin' me the fever tonight
I don't want to give in
I'd be playin' with fire
You forget, I've seen you work before
Take 'em straight
sacred
Hell
Knives in my back
Hell
Nothing is sacred
Hell
You gotta give em hell, you gotta give em hell
I gave my life for you
Only to be betrayed by you
That sun is hot and that old clock is moving slow
And so am I
The workday passes like molasses in wintertime
But it's July
I'm getting paid by
the truck
We'll be cuttin' a rug 'til the sun comes up
She's a little slice of heaven, hell on heels
And never gonna walk the line
Oh but she's the kind
rolling down Main Street
A country song spinning on a CD
Small town looking for a good time
Raise a little hell and a drink at the county line
Muddy
But you don't understand me so let me explain
Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow
Please slow down hurricane
The wind blow, my dreads swing
He
But you don't understand me so let me explain
Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow
Please slow down hurricane
The wind blow, my dreads swing
He
coffins
In top hats and tails
Fly away, little bird
Fly away, flap your wings
Fly by night
Like the early Roman kings
All the early Roman kings
In
But you don't understand me so let me explain
Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow
Please slow down hurricane
The wind blow, my dreads swing
He
all about whip this little yo yo
He just got out of jail the boy's movin' kind of slow
Pee Wee's place raising hell he thinks the band is too loud
sense of harmony, no sense of time
Don't mention harmony
Say "what is it? What is it? What is it?"
Give a little shock, and he raises his hand
right now
Man, fuck them motherfuckers!
Yo, Dre! Give me a funky-ass bassline!
Right here!
Here's a little somethin' about a nigga like me
Never
can go?
Something you should know to turn the tide to your favor
Wait a little while to welcome what you're after
Come on and give it the time
matter what happens
You're all I got in this world
(Just the two of us, just the two of us)
I would never give you up for nothing
(Just the two of us,
Pity a man for he don't know
The trouble he'll pass goin' down life's road
When a man is one and twenty he thinks he knows it all
He can't see
Key Largo
Runnin' Nat narcotic
By George he got it
Takin' makin' the G erotic
And the fiends they scheme
So he can put 'em down
But his method is
to rumble
Mix em and cook em in a pot like gumbo
Goin off on a motherfucker like that
With a gat that's pointed at yo ass
So give it up smooth
Ain't no
personal demons
Hurricane's got a little bit of aim, pop pop at the window pane
Dark ground of delorian fame, couldn't do shit when he cropped that fame
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
Shine a light, shine a light
Oh you've got to careful in this world a little sister said to me
Beware of the silver tongue which hides a gun
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