Lyrics:
By Joe Thomas & Howard Biggs
This is Eric Clapton's version
I've got you on my mind, I'm feeling kind of sad and low,
I've got you on my mind,
and broke their silence
And assembled on the shores
Of the closest island
With their folk beside them
And a rogue defiance
Went 2 by 2 and awoke Poseidon
2 by
Can you feel it
Tension in the air
Racism
Violence everywhere
Davis, Howard Beach
Bumpers and Brawley
It appalls me
Now it's there
Really racial
Just kidding that special kinda girl that I might date
I only take
Girls down Lake shore Drive
If I feel something special ya I'm that kinda guy
Girl I
Hey, I'm after that cheese like I'm Pauly Shore, look
Thought I left you in the past, what you calling for
Sitting on a full tank, what you stalling for
side
Sand grains on each side
As far as I can see all these waves in my reach I
Tell you I'm yours
We've reached the shore
Sitting by the beach side
Sand
drown in the storm because you right by the shore
Don't drown in the storm because you right by the shore
Don't drown in the storm, baby you right by
the ghost of Biggie
My mind state
Like the crime rate
I think I'm John Gotti
Hit niggaz in the head, with that all red Ferrari
Like the black Liberace
the ghost of Biggie
My mind state
Like the crime rate
I think I'm John Gotti
Hit niggaz in the head, with that all red Ferrari
Like the black Liberace
you out of time
This is crime by design
If the crown ain't mine tell me who am I behind
Yeah, I'm taking niggas' lunch money
Too bad, I was fucking
of the clown
The Kansas City style got her yellin "jus gimme now"
You don't wanna do the sound 'cause I'm doin bout 20 rounds
[Chorus x2:]
If your girls
this:
Chorus: Miki Howard
""Mmmmmmmm-mmmm-mmmmm... time went by and we both learned...
...Ooooooh-ooooh, lonely nights increased our pain...
Don't ya
‘cause I’m gon’ have another
That’s when I song scour
‘Cause beats provide direction like Ron Howard
Mind screaming at me Mic don’t be a pawn coward
So I
This electric wheelchair's poppin'
You read bell hooks and Cornel West
You make me quesadillas when I'm stressed
And be like, "Boy, you better clean
They Health
Turn They Back On Me
I Swear I’m Better Off By Myself
I’m By Myself, I’m By Myself
I’m By Myself
All This Dick Riding They Doing
I Said I’m
Please talk to me
Talk to me, talk to me
Mr. Mystery
We could talk about Martha
We could talk about landscapes
I'm not above gossip
But I'll sit
Please talk to me
Talk to me, talk to me
Mr. Mystery
We could talk about Martha
We could talk about landscapes
I'm not above gossip
But I'll sit
the silence
Down by the shore
Into the water
Down by the shore
Into the water
I can feel the waves crash into my ankles
I'm distracted by the noise
It's been
Sex him well, get him high, he might fuck around and die
[1 - Lil' Kim]
I guess you know by now who's number one
Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm
it to the other strip (woo)
Call me anything don't call me by my government (woo)
'Cause when I'm out 'chea in the jungle we be sellin' bricks (ugh)
da da da, da da da da da
I went to a wishing well
But sank to the ocean floor
Cut up by sharpened rocks
And washed up along the shore
I reached
need to prove it,
Ow, I'm goin' up like a forklift.
The Big Bang like a four-fifth.
I eat grass, I'm the horses***. (Is that Drew Howard?)
Yup, I'm
sea
No one can rescue me
But for the moment I'm enthralled by the peace
As long as I am floating and the shore's within my reach
And I am staying calm,
of the world with you
Baby, believe me it's true
Through the rain I promise to stand by you
Till we see the sky so blue
You're the lighthouse that showed me
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