Yo, you know what we got to do, man, we need to get a whole CD Get a collection of all the music and everything we've ever done (Bringing back sweet
Yo, we're going to have the word love In many different languages Translated all through the track So, whenever you hear the word love Know that, it's
Yo, when the bass thump, the place jump Like it's way crunk, yeah Fake punks get they face lumped Sent to the most high, by the most fit You gotta do,
What's next? These chicken neck MCs get me vexed My rhymes be blowin' up chat rooms all over the internet And causin' collisions on the highway of information
The name of the game It?s not about money, not about fame You are what you are That?s the name of the game Hook your feelings up to a power station Let
(long instrumental) Mad Child: Yo, you ready to do your verse Prevail: Nah, I gotta write it still Mad Child: Fucking me man, *psh* you just got here
Well the Devil went down to Georgia He was lookin' for a soul to steal He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind And he was willin' to make a deal When
I spent my time trying to find A way to lose Your shadow I shut You out, I let You down How could I be so shallow? I never thought of the consequences
that bizarre Every little thing the reflex does Leaves your answer with a question mark Both: The reflex is an only child He's waiting in the park The reflex
Hear that lonesome whippoorwill He sounds too blue to fly The midnight train is whining low I'm so lonesome I could cry I've never seen a night so long
I'll be home, I'll be home When your nights are troubled And you're all alone When you're feeling down And need some sympathy Nobody's around To keep
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Out of the tree of life I just picked me a plum You came along And everything's starting to hum Still it's a real good bet The best is yet to come Yes
I've grown accustomed to his face He almost makes the day begin I've grown accustomed to the tune He whistles night and noon His smiles, his frowns,
Time after time I tell myself that I'm So lucky to be loving you So lucky to be The one you run to see In the evening When the day is through I only
In the evening when the cattle's [Incomprehensible] An old familiar feeling settles over me And it's your face I see and I believe that you are there
I know he's around When the sky and the ground started ringing I know that he's near By the thunder I hear in advance His words, his words alone are
I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm I'm as jumpy as puppet on a string I'd say that I had spring fever But I know it isn't spring I am starry