(Hidden track)
I can see you stalking like a predator, I?ve been here before. Temptation calls like Adam to the apple, But I will not be caught. Cause I can read those
Communication is never simple Especially when it's you that's on the receiving end As memories start to fade I know the road it takes no prisoners The
Heard you're New in town Also show you round Well no-one knows this place just quite like me Well I dont, hang with the crowd Where I go, were dressing
Well, I was driving lonely No passenger to hold me Ambition drove the appeal Keeping up with the burning Race the world as it's turning Stay focused
Withdraw into your other world I'm speaking but you do not hear a word Glaze over colder than a lake Frozen by our distances of late It's clear as glass
tell Coz she's a mixed up girl in a mixed up world And you know she don't mean any harm So please understand if you take her hand And get much more than
You're the night to my day And the left to my right The blood to my veins And the dark to my light The stop to my start And the constant beat to my heart
just a man (man) I needed a friend (I want a friend) Someone I can talk to (oh) Someone who'll really listen (yeah) When you touched my hand (yeah yeah
reflected in his boots That glittered like the cuff studs setting off his lovin' suit When he went down to see that little girl Threw a handful of ash
Like an epileptic battery man I'm making my move Lettin' loose like a belt Little worse for wear But I'm wearing it well Tell me, what's wrong With a little
forward music. and if you can't get just The right type of feeling, find someone who will pass and change them.] Old man johnson got his head in his hand
little man over here in Vietnam I ain't, I ain't never seen Bless his heart ain't never done nothing to, he done shot me in my shoulder Boot camp we
the boss busted in, nearly scared 'em half to death Had a rifle in his hands and cheap whiskey on his breath From his beard to his boots he was covered
Grown man don't fool yourself Good hands, think fast They done let the 5th loose What u wanna do? Militant streets Drop 'em your boots Ooo Put it up
They try to take advantage of a nigga 'cause I'm black They lookin' at me strange, so I'm lookin' at they ass back I got a little problem, so I'm writin
nuts and try to play a nigga weak But I got a little news for your ass Here's a little blast from the brad Now put that in your pipe and smoke it Put your hands
It's fucker up, when _Your Dick Is Playin Tricks On Ya_ So you pop fizz, what a relief, beef stroke it up My man, got your thing, in your hand, say