Dance with me, make me sway Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore Hold me close, sway me more Like a flower bending in the breeze Bend with me, sway with
we do Doesn't matter who we are 'Cause all we have is the broken calm of the sea It's time to let things go It's time to just be free Junkie, come on
do doesn't matter who we are cause all we have is the broken calm of the sea it's time to let things go it's time to just be free junkie, come on now
12 bars for that bitch he won't live through that Even a nigga with a ten-year bid knew that Put a gun in his mouth yeah, yeah do that He a pussy (sniff
I may not fit the mold May not do what I'm told I will not be swayed By the things that they might say They may have had their doubts No matter what
can hang if you can climb the ladder! You ain't a rapper, you're a fucking joke! (you're a fucking joke!) A one-shock hack on a track, get your pass revoked
a drifter Sometimes I stick up a thumb just to hitch hike Just to get picked up to get me a lift to 8 mile and Van Dyke And steal a god damn bike from
a bottle and Across the seas they'll stay Speak not of misfortunes Speak not of your woes Just steal yourself a holiday Crouching by the door Ride and sway
it comes A strawberry spot Chasing away the sun Don't let those precious moments fool you Happiness is getting you down A rainbow never smiles a place It's just a
't have missed her gleam As she listened She looked like a distant queen With a difference there for all to see She found a different, a different kind
Hey, comin' out around the world Be ready for a brand new beat Oh, summer's here and the time is right Oh, for dancing in the street Dancing in Chicago
on top im gonna pop my shit, ima hide in the whip i got a thousands of cops with me dont even trip ima keep me a gat ill shoot myself so i can be on
maimed Mutilated, diseased, disastered, deficient and dead Raging waves with no name Raining pain, distorted face, placing blame Hyper judging all the time
getting you down A rainbow never smiles or blinks It's just a candy colored frown You were going on at half-past seven Now it's going on a quarter to
I'm a killer I said I'm not gay go away stop wishing I just wanted a bit of stiff competition [Erm, sorry Jason] What, what do you want? [We've just had a
home with a not I got my house pumped, crunch a problem with my luck Coming soft to the hole and get your whole game stuffed As we sway the dance halls
'd roam the streets so much they call me a drifter Sometimes I stick up a thumb just to hitch hike Just to get picked up to get me a lift to 8 mile and
you to another type of rapper MC where glamor and glitter don't matter gently I'm tired of the Chattanooga empty Classical like a German luger Deep like a
