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with a pen in hand
Writing out more big hits
Old man sings what he wants to sing
Old man sings from his heart

He started out early on
Guitar in hand was

get on down on the dance floor
Grab your man by the hands

Let him know that he's the one

Verse 2:

This for my Blue Collars
Chasing green dollars

Carlton,
round here we Hammer dance,
Yo style is flashy,
but has no substance,
I'm unimpressed with your bars
Rap's one punch man
You looking stupid,

forever)
Shmurda, what up, son?
Brooklyn, what up, son? Huh?

Yo, I hit my shmoney dance when I caught the lick
I hit my shmoney dance when I caught ya

focus
Where it’s supposed to be
I just want another chance to hold it in both hands
And dance with you close to me, like maybe

You think I miss every

sedated by my voice
I'm making noise
And I ain't with the playing you could keep all of the toys
Already gotta man you could keep all of the boys
And you

easier nor do we make any headway with the vines. What we clear at night has grown back by morning. I work alongside an old woman whoI make friends with

let's talk
Go by the book, and stick to the plan
Never see me looking at another man
It's no fun when it's all correct
Don't know why I've got my mind in

or more, we always win our score gets higher 
But still we’re wanting more.   

Jade javelin Bowman, with a wit that’s razor sharp 
He can cut it on guitar

got to shake ‘em before it's to late yau
Songtexte
Evil greedy thoughts ruling over mankind
Still dem asking god oh why
Songtext Answer man a born with

to Ohmoi and myself to Nuhlanse

Stake down three bottles of wine, my lads  
For those monsters won't give us a chance
With death, we'll dance
Hey
With

Slow dance 
With my two left 
Feet backwards 
So we hold hands
Keep on grooving 
To the music 
There is no 
Chance 
That I could 
Let you out

Get it I get it I get it
Little by little

Ya I'm goin in
I'm goin up
I'm goin in
I'm goin up
Come on dance with me

without me, meeting me for nothing, waste of time
All I got; a pic with a friend, dance lil' bit, coming on Monday? Nah, I'm sick
Check inside the mailbox,

the demons he wrestles
Try not to dance with the devil
Nah
Try not to dance with the devil
Nah
I've got a Roxanne bitch over here tonight
And now the devil's

Came with the guys
Drugger dealers and robberers by my side
How many times have you lock off inna dance?
Came through, grab a likkle gyal
Then we're

relaxed, by your loving tenderness
See I'm a mess, but with you I feel I am finessed
I remember when we met, truth is all I knew was dirt
But you never broke

to the music. Let's dance to the music."
Get down with Heebie Jeeb
Get down with Heebie Jeeb
Get down with Heebie Jeeb
Get down with Heebie Jeeb
Everybody
Get

Thought you was gone forever, but shorty don't know no better
I can't let you dance with that man behind you
Heat on me like Akainu
Let me just remind you

lil bitch you still capping
Don't know what the truth is
We be spitting captions
We make shit move quick
Run up on me, hit em with the left hook
Then he

the Mazzi
Racks in the bag i do the money dance
I crip walk but im blood yea i gang bang
Killing all these n*ggas in the game like im hang man
With em n*ggas

names start with Lil, so bizarre
A bunch of rock stars and none of them can play a guitar
Please exit stage left, ya manure
A bunch of clone troopers in

Man changing his hair style, from bald head to Dreadlock 
Trying to fool the world, with Dread and a Rasta Cap
Deep down inside his heart, if his

I just wanna be loved too
More than just a night with you
Take me by the hands
Share this dance
Shake these cans
Be your man
Yes we can
Yes we
I just