Yes, yes, y'all off to the lagoon, so soon My tune'll have room to go boom so I go to the pazoom Place where the bass in your face is never 'ternal Then
The bridges are crumbled The water soaks into rocks That fell at the bottom of the road (At the end the town) The town that we lived in The memories
Uh Oh Uh Oh Uh Oh Go Go Uh Oh yay uh Its yo boy Mistah Fab a.k.a Fabby Davis Jr. of the mac pac holla back Yo boy shawnty is on this beat, boy we got
She was sitting on a swing And dangling her feet Like the leaves of a tree I think I heard her singing We're still out at ten in the evening I knew
I used to couldn't dance too good I had to get some moves I was a scared on the dance floor I had the no boogie blues, oh Now I'm on fire Show these
Where the mountains meet the sky I met a very very very teeny guy Little coat, little pants When he spoke to me It made me dance He said to me, You
See You Baby Walkin'down The Street You're The Kind Of Guy I'd Like To Meet Want To See You Do What You Do Let's Go Somewhere Want To Make It With You
EVOLUTION OF A FLY BUZZING OVER, PASSING BY TENS OF MILLIONS GROWING STRONG FIGHTING OVER WHAT?S TO COME REVOLUTION - DON?T LET ME DOWN KICK ME OVER
you walk down the street dare me to look playing the game by primitive rules what went so wrong that both of us care who wins this dispute it's hard to
forget your calculus who will forget us maybe everything is meant to last bones and articles of clothing pass buried underneath the line and grass directions
I walk by, I fall down For warm black tar Forms balls and black tar baby I?m in a lime house I am in a lime house I?m in a lime house I am in a lime
You know what a Let me not do this right now Sawing, with my jaw tooth down Guarded, down upside frown I?m, I?m looking for a pill Something to ease
I don't want to play football I don't understand the rules of the game I don't want to play football I don't understand the thrill of the running, catching
He said crickets catch more brim But worms will get more bass And it really ain't them brand new shoes That make you run so fast He said you'd better
Let the wind blow High, Let the wind blow low Through the streets in my kilt Ia??ll go All the lassies say hello a??Donald wherea??s your Trousers!?a??
So you heard there was a spark of love alive for you You come back to kill it like you always do You found it weak and tremblin' hangin' on just by a
I would come out just see you Dancing freely by the sunset Like the sun you'd shine brightly We'd spend hours by the curbside Telling stories under streetlights
It's just another day in the rat race The same as yesterday I want that Sweet Pilgrim Baptist Church Just standin' in the way And is there anything that