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'Cause all alone here with you
The little things will do
Everyone's always reaching for brass rings
As for me, I'm content with the view
When
hands need me
Me, I'll arrive
For you know what you do
Where you've been, so what's the use in telling lies
For we've got a good thing goin'
A real
impress her
By being in a band and
Maybe if I act real tough
She'd let me hold her hand and
Maybe I'll win her heart
By writing this song about her
killing me
It's killing me
Take what you see
Believe in me
Or leave me be
Road of rebirth
Take it slow
Know that pain won't let go
By itself until you
The sweet things you used to do to me
Sometimes, Lord, you used to say them to me
I can't forget those lovely days
But this is the price I'm about to pay
They call me Mr. Hot Shot, baby can I do my thing
Don't stop, girl I like the vibe you bring
Knock knock, open up and let me in
We can do most
hands need me
Me, I'll arrive
For you know what you do
Where you've been, so what's the use in telling lies
For we've got a good thing goin'
A real
shit now
Turn my music up
Turn my music up
Hot shit now
Street shit now
Truck volume
I know you wanna get up on it
Let me show ya how we do
Every
[Verse 1]
How do you turn a scholarship down,
Tear up a ticket, already punched,
And watch a dream die?
Who's gonna tell me how
To face Daddy
the real, all you crab-crab know the deal)
Let's pay homage to Illmatic
Let's put the crown where it's at
Ten years
Never been done this real by nobody
her
And drive by the projects while a nigger hollar
I let her drive the V
She's my pretty young thing
I let her ride with me
She's my pretty
singles
And I think 'Shout' was the
Most direct of all them"
Shout, shout, let it all out let it all out
These are the things I can do without
Come
alright
She's the leader of the band
She's the leader of the band
(So take my hand) so take me by the hand
(You're the leader of the band)
'Cause you're
down, baby
And put your hand
Your hand across your lap
Let me sit down
And listen to my rap
I wanna write, good God
The soul book, so good
It knows me by name
Oh, the city's desire
To take me for more and more
It's in the street, getting under my feet
It's in the air, it's everywhere
man, just kick a little more
Pass the brass knuckles let me break his jaw
When I'm on the microphone I want silence
Let KRS-One stop the violence
bands
Pop that pussy for me, do a handstand (yeah, alright)
I got your man throwin' bands (throwin' bands)
Pop that pussy for me, do a handstand (haan)
used to know
You look like a movie
You sound like a song
My God, this reminds me
Of when we were young
Let me photograph you in this light
In
All this money on me (me)
It don't mean a thing (thing)
See it in your dreams
I just spend it all on my team, and we go
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We
a dream
Only a dream
Knocked me off of my feet
Down in New Orleans we were dancing in the street
And the big band kept on playing
Bonaparte's
your heart away
And don't pack my suitcase, I'll be back
And don't take my pictures off the wall
Do you hear me?
Don't let him change a thing
The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine
But I'll love them endlessly
I won't let these little things slip
Out of my mouth
But if I do, it's
brilliant white light
There's a brass band playing somewhere
?
Roll over on to your back and wait for the talculm
But what's that smell?
Pull back the light,
our rebirth
I see it in your eyes
You want me to be someone
But with you by my side
There's nothing more for me
Fire's the only thing that will set me
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