Oh, Charlie, don't dance dance dance Your head's in a whirl In a blind romance Oh Charlie, look away look away Do you believe what the good doctor says
Why is it always, when I open my mouth I clash with whatever you do When we dance together your rhythm and tempo Cuts through my quick step and tune
Caught in the long grass, got separated from his company Those men he thought were friends turned out to be the enemy Their uniforms were black not brown
Tiptoe behind sapper Who crawls through the minefield Knife in the soil, and his ear to the ground Hiding in shadow, he takes the risks You are the pimp
Today, I won't think of any sad things Will not think of torture, or the rape of nature Just today, I won't touch those sickening papers Will just let
When the world swallows whole all you've known There are no landmarks you can recognise Where is the jewel that will never fade Will not decay with
Hey hey hey Julie says that I must wake up I am losing touch 'cause I think too much I'm afraid to feel, my life feels unreal You will not find love
I nearly died, when you jumped in But you had to drown before you could swim All the people on the beach, they were so impressed That they wanted to
I'm in a crowded room - I've been half-asleep Says the sister in uniform "Has everybody understood?" The listeners turn and nod But I can see their fear
Hello Swig from the bottle, now who's sucking who You'd prefer the nipple, but your teeth have cut through Defects we're born with, but poisons we choose
's a robbery, get up! I'm talkin' to myself though, what the fuck? G-F four-fifty that's the biggest truck Yo jewelry 'gainst mine nigga put it up This
walked into Cali The place was packed, Sir Too Short don't stop that rap I keep rapping my rhymes, all the time, you got no rhymes So you listen to mine
I be bussin', parents be fussin' and cussin' 'Cause all I talk about is silicon and muffins So if you didn't come to hear some strip club hits Then get
was born to talk shit and prove mine, and I'm The epitome of raw rhyme Got signed, got serious about the craft Of raw rhyme and I got mine, Aquemini's
I'm a young hot street flame, they call me Sweet James Or call me Sir Jones, two hundred dollar cologne Board Nine or Issey Miyaki I got your girl mine
What I want is what I'm buying thats bottom line I'm getting mine Bump and pine buy the bimb my fifth recline trunk flying I hit the strip with E and
[Verse 1] I be bussin', parents be fussin and cussin' Cause all I talk about is silicon and muffins So if you didn't come to hear some strip club hits
guanas on the move cause they scared to meet me the game aint fair yeah i used to let it cheat me but never beat me remember willy mack and young zeeky? (?) James
