Lyrics:
dime
The downtown trains are full
Full of all them Brooklyn girls
They try so hard to break out of their little worlds
You wave your hand and they
LBC, gun in my hand
It's the turf by the surf but we don't play in the sand
We just - slip and slide out, we Rip and ride out
Let it C known, nigga
might find a bed?"
He just grinned and shook my hand, "no" was all he said
So take a load off, Fanny
Take a load for free
Take a load off, Fanny
the diamond sky
With one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea
Circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate
Driven deep beneath the waves
Let me
Every time my hand reaches for yours
I feel the hesitation, I'm sure that you're not sure
Every time your lips are kissing mine
I taste
Have you ever felt the blues of Jimmy Lee Williams?
Have you ever left home thinking
If you are the only one?
But we don't do it here anymore
We only
southern comfort, carry on
Catching catfish on the river
Chasing fireflies by the creek
Kissing Gary William's sister
On the porch Home Coming week
silver jets in the morning
If I caused the wind to change with one wave of my hand
And if I could play the final symphony and set it free
Would it mean
Lay them down
Hand in hand, side by side
Even when the rain is pouring down
There's room inside
It can hit the tidal waves
And all the stories they
If you ask me to leap
Out of my boat on the crashing waves
If You ask me to go
Preach to the lost world that Jesus saves
I'll go, but I cannot
cares and no one knows.
My gift to the world outside.
It's OK, I'm all right
Now open your empty hands
'cause here comes the fun here comes the end.
off into a party with
A drink in my hand rocawear pants
But I ain't come here to dance
By any chance, has anybody seen DJ Clue?
Tell him I'm lookin' for
R
O
C
K
Mafia
Creation shows me what to do
I'm dancing on the floor with you And when you touch my hand
I go crazy, yeah
The music tells me what
I ain't thinking 'bout you
I ain't thinking 'bout
Middle fingers up, put them hands high
Wave it in his face, tell him, "Boy, bye" (sorry)
Tell
plane to spark the brain with the building to be born
Thinkin' like, back in the days when niggas wore fades
Silk tie caps, just tryna catch a wave
With one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea
Circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate
Driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget
Ladies and gentlemen
This here is another one for the steppers
DJ Wayne Williams put the record on
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa yeah
Whoa yeah
you gently like a rolling wave
Hold you in my arms till you drift away
Just lay back and leave the rest to me.
You'll have sweet dreams that'll last
the jingle-jangle morning I'll come following you
Though I know that evening's empire has returned into sand
Vanished from my hand
Left me blindly here to stand but
your shotgun rider 'til the day I
'Til the day I die
Making waves in the wind with my empty hand
My other hand on you
Been a while since I haven't
By William Clarke
Pack up your things children
'Cause Zion is waiting
Get yourselves together children
'Cause Zion is waiting
(Chorus)
Ride on Ride
(HO!) (HEY!)
[Chorus]
See the band played on
(Getcha, getcha, getcha, I better getcha)
And they was singin my song
(Getcha, getcha, getcha,
My heart is a flower
And your love's my sun and rain
My soul is a fire
And your kisses feed the flames
Just like the moon that pulls the waves
back to the shore
The waves dashing by in his face
(Remember I'm your best friend, boys)
(Oh, no one could love you so true)
Though you may beat me
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