Sitting around, keeping score On a little notepad past bedtime, yeah Vowed that I'd wait three days to call I'm already two ahead, is that alright? Is
A change of scene, a change of style A change of hopes with no regrets A chance to watch, admire the distance Still occupied, though you forget Different
Locked in a kiss, outsiders cease to exist We'll shut it out (of the fist) Outsiders cease to exist We'll shut it out Eight o'clock, the lights are on
Now let it lift you, oh One love will, one love will One love can take you make you feel alive and whole Why give it up? Why tear it up? One love will
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Gocho, Don, Don (M-V-P) Dale, dale, Don, dale Pa' que se muevan las yales Pa' activar los anormales Y al que se resbale Boster dale, dale Dale, don,
that high score Ha [Hook: Prez] High score Feel like I just beat the High score I been dreamin' 'bout that High score I got the High score Feel like
to settle the score The poor can't take no more Babylon rotten to the core The shitstem run by a whore We nah go bow come we settle the score All you
an ear When the fog cleared I heard the voices of a million cheer This time The pleasure's all mine I've got your number I know the score I'd be a hopeless
you've got it Take your aim Alright you shot it It's been so long your welcome back my friends To the show that never ends Do you know the score Alright
Perfection, We cannot live as prophets We cannot sleep tonight Given life's breath Everyday's a privilege Nipping at our heels Attempting to lead us
' better Bout to go get it and bring it back home A nigga got, got but I won't no more 'Cause this time round I come to settle the score Greedy niggas
A new age dawns before my eyes, I can feel the ars divine With the sun above we'll build our holy land What a sight to see a future yet to come Now we
Turned on the tv screen and what did i see a video fuckin collage of our atrocities change my life turtles getting cut open by the poachers knife how
it Chorus Score, this ain't no game this is war Score, this ain't no game this is war Score, this ain't no game this is war Score, this ain't
Well alright baby I guess I know the score Better get a packin' I don't want you 'round here any more You come home looking funky your clothes all in
even the score with you, with you With you, with you 'Cause I don't know what to say anymore And I don't know how to even the score with you, oh,
women I've created In paragraphs and paragraphs I've written to this date and Set them all upon my desk, choose one to ignore And just to even the score