I thought you were giving me All talk and no action Well, the groove I lay on you Would you give to all back to me? Now, you got the kinda thing Gonna
I've seen the heart of darkness Let's just say, I crossed over that line Held hands with the hopeless In too deep on that ride Went around one more time
This is somethin' for the radio This is somethin' for the radio This is somethin' for the radio Boy, no matter what we go through You step up, I'll step
Something went badly wrong. At first we didn't notice. We got used to bumping about together and stepping on each other's toes. Funny how that happens
Aw, yeah Right about now it's time to get busy Huh, straight out the box, nonstop Kurupt the Kingpin, Xzibit, Crooked I Wait a minute, um This is the
lately i've been ghetto blastin so nope i don't need that rest - i say motherfuck me double o double o double o fresh lately i've been ghetto blastin
[FlipBoy] Ye, Dreams always do come true, So make a move and Step Up, Samantha Jade & FlipBoy, Step up for me and I'll step up for you, Love might knock
I didn't really walk away, I had something to explain Trying to reach you night and day when I did not know your name Shall we promise just to talk and
Nothing is worth than what you now feel And your sure you can't be healed Your thoughts they conjure a new way out To free your life of this self doubt
One step closer to heaven baby Means one step closer to you One step closer to heaven baby Means one step closer to you I've been waitin' Such a long
See him in the corner lookin' so right It's Friday night and he's turnin' every head in sight Stayin' in the shadows, I've seen his type before He's playin
I see them when they go To their hole museum See them eating on all fours Nostalgia rusting in Long forgot and never been Slippin' in and out of time
The baby can Talk to me In his hand He holds the future A broken key That fits tomorrow All welomce to new world city Just a friend A rotten kid Now
The boy is good, so good for you with sandy hair, and sandal shoes They call it good, Making no mistakes And dye it black, she's a TV man Pick him up
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Hanging from the thumbnail of the moon, loosen the tension Must be kind of unusual, not fair falling short of denial I'm tied up again, I'm tied upside
Looking under the washing machine I'm picking up our loveline Of dirtier change Maybe my old blue jeans I haven't worn in a year But deep in a pocket
I've got a bottle for you Got a bottle for you Gotta bottle I've got a bottle for you Got a bottle for you Gotta bottle I've got a bottle for you Got