Lyrics:
them know how we get down here in the middle
Some call me chip and others call me the ripper
Love the ladies and might give her a tip but I won't tip her
tip
Girl mek me take you pon a real quick trip pon rocket
'Cah you know seh me love to rock it
Hickey pon your breast and all bruise pon your hip
even lie I'm seeing real things lately
I can't even lie I'm feeling real waves lately
I'm tip toeing quite dangerously
Know the devil the Angel of music
know
When you tip pon your toe gyal you're sexy
Know your age when you bend down low
Bubble fast and slow
Gyal, you ah di best and everybody know
When
stand on the tip of my tongue
I can't get you out of my head
There's no syncopation with any relation
Could it be that there's trouble ahead?
Four
baby
(It makes my heart jump)
Say it like you mean it
It's right there on the tip of your tongue
(You hit my phone up)
And I can feel it
And I like
swollen ankle
The rotating head tries to stay on the right side of things
On the right side of things
Living on tip-toe
Waiting for the next step
used to
But you jumped on hte tip when you heard me and the juice crew
You said, "mmm mmm mmm, ain't that somethin?
Yo craig, I head you in that jam,
swollen ankle
The rotating head tries to stay on the right side of things
On the right side of things
Living on tip-toe
Waiting for the next step
hollow tips
And kiss you lovers lips
And know that fate is what we make of it
Please end this please end this before it ends us, ends us, ends
I want
eyes of the glossy romance of fashion
Where she can learn top tips for the gas cook
Successful secrets of a sexual kind
The daily drill for beautiful
where others before have failed?
If so then somebody
Shake shake shake me sane
Cause I am inching ever closer to the tip of this scorpion's tail
He
against the wall
On the tip of their tongue is the word that all along could
Turn around the way it'd fall
The thinking about what she's got she's
pennies tip my hat couldn't get many
All around the city are the troubadours
Lalalalala
Sing songs for pennies tip my hat couldn't get many
All
stand on the tip of my tongue
I can't get you out of my head
There's no syncopation with any relation
Could it be that there's trouble ahead?
Four
swollen ankle
The rotating head tries to stay on the bright side of things
On the right side of things
Living on tip-toe
Waiting for the next step
(who let you go)
He can't hurt you no more
(No, no, no)
Let's tip your hat (tip your hat)
To the fool (yeah, yeah, yeah)
To the fool (to the fool)
smilin' down on me
As I look at you tonight
I tip my hat to the keeper of the stars
He sure knew what he was doin'
When he joined these two
the darkness, and the hours crawled by like
Years,
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it!
to school
Why don'tcha get a job
Hey girl you better shape up
You're lookin' like a slob
You think that life's a free ride
Well, take a tip from me
on me
As I look at you tonight
I tip my hat to the keeper of the stars
He sure knew what he was doin'
When he joined these two hearts
I hold everything
out.
My big hands
Keep my big hand to myself.
Tip toe too
Tip toe around the house
Come, Come on in
It's not, it's not like that
Down, down we
to myself.
Tip toe too
Tip toe around the house
Come, Come on in
It's not, it's not like that
Down, down we go
Fall through, fall through the cracks.
issue
Rollin off the tongue was the fresh one-liner
And CB talker was the zero one-niner
Took a slight drop from the tip of the top
Now I'm out for
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