Looking back over my life I can see where I caused you strife But I know yes I know I'd never make that same mistake again Looking back over my deeds
. Chorus You got to sing like you don't need the money Love like you'll never get hurt You got to dance like nobody's watchin' It's gotta come from the heart
翻訳: ドンウィリアムズ. 心臓から来たの.
go. Chorus You got to sing like you don't need the money Love like you'll never get hurt You got to dance like nobody's watchin' It's gotta come from the heart
Chorus You got to sing like you don't need the money Love like you'll never get hurt You got to dance like nobody's watchin' It's gotta come from the heart
doesn't matter now, does it What difference it make? What it take to get it through your thick skulls As if this aint some bullshit People don't usually come back this way From
in the meantime, call me William H. though On the platinum Yamaha, got the engine gunnin' Throwin' it up like liquor on an empty stomach Y'all don't hear
heard from in weeks I came up wit a strategy to come up mathematically I did it for da city but now everybody mad at me Mothafuck 'em all and sweat from
have blessed you with sound and music Through your heart, through your finger Through your mind And through the love that you share with other people And it only come from
boy your soul's gonna burn My mamma said son you're headin' down the wrong roadThey don't let honkey tonkers up in heaven I've been told Don't you
off the chestnut Bonaparte How much for a broken heart Came for the money Staying for the art Now be a good girl and play your part Your precious heart It scared me from
big city But they don't go crazy When I'm bangin' in my boogie I'm the "king of the bongo, king of the bongo bong" Hear me when I come King of the bongo
Get down get down Baby we can get together turn this party out Come on Move your body like a snake ma, like that Shake it 'til it wanna break ma, like that Don
east coast And from somewhere I hear do somethin' to help you do somethin' to help yourself come get your mojo hey go in to Atlanta City an' be a winner
play For the loot, we compute it, quick to shoot it So hit the switch, punk blew it, and bang the music [Hook: P. Dot (The Reverend William Black)] I don
