Lyrics:
My mind betrayed me
I have nowhere to run
My gaze is empty
Surrounded by the scars
They are my own creation
And reflection on your face
How could've
singing everyday
Makes our blues just melt away
The band is loud, the dancers sway
In our city by the bay
Its Broadway Rose and Omega Tones
It's Broadway
I can tell just by the vibe you
Want my body laying next to you
Wanna watch me walk across the room
Put the music on an watch me move
Yea I can
Last night a little dancer, she came dancing to my door
Last night, that little angel, she came pumping on my floor
She said, "Come on, baby, you got
Once upon a time, there was a dancer. And his name was Dino Sore.
He used to roam about the countryside until his freedom was stolen. And by that,
FOURTH OF JULY
by Pure Dynamite | Bongo Boy Beach
Words written by Michael Kirkland a.k.a.Pure Dynamite
Chorus
Everybody want fireworks
Like
Last night a little dancer, she came dancing to my door
Last night, that little angel, she came pumping on my floor
She said, "Come on, baby, you got
at ya
Yeah, and thrown a couple dollars at you, c'mon
I get paid baby doll I'm a star
You can tell by the make and the model of my car
Yeah, that's
the dibbin' and dabbin' shit
I make it happen, you got your ass caught
All you saw was fire, from the Honda Passport
Or the M.P., what if you see, then I
the dibbin' and dabbin' shit
I make it happen, you got your ass caught
All you saw was fire, from the Honda Passport
Or the M.P., what if you see, then I
this young Vic Tanny bitch
Who wish to be queen for a day?
Who would sacrifice the great grandsons and daughters of her jealous mother
By sucking
a dancer you have grown
From a seed somebody else has thrown
Go on ahead and throw some seeds of your own
And somewhere between the time you arrive
The time
an di lane an round di ben
World dance is di name an di title
Do by di dumb, di deaf di blind and di cripple
An I don't know why black wizard love it
I heard he was scraping dixie
Looking for a job
Looking for some work to get him by
Steering clear of all the jails
He was skinny as a rail
girl, I'ma make you put your man up
Pull up in a phantom, inside sicker than cancer
She hopped from her seat, that's a private dancer
I said, boom,
runnin' from the D-P-D
Got soul you're plagued with the rhythms cancer
Grab a bowl, you'll be swingin' like a topless dancer
Biltmore Beavers and a Top Dog
first check and put some ice on my neck
Dropped ten on my card co-signed by my Bic, yeah
Lyin' with the Crip, yeah, doin' wild shit, yeah
Comin' from
I smoked Consulates and Park Drive, drank Nookie Brown
Learned how to skive
Polo mints to hide my breath from my mum
Did a little weed cause it
a habit, so pardon
I'm too quick to smoke dancer
Sticks by the carton
I ain't startin a habit if
Subroc is not venomous he's more antidote
Cheerin when
up with Marita, a dancer in from the coast.
Half woman, half child, she drove him half wild
He loved that lady the most.
Well one night, he did find
this paper and stick give you cancer
He not the type to throw paper at dancers
Slide by, I'm not a capper
Streets so cold but the pole make it summer
read my Bible but I pray erryday
So I kno dat I'm covered by grace
Dey can't block my blessings, back den I was on da corner begging
God took me in when
It's OJayy
Wright now
You such a beauty oh oh
I no fit use you to play
Girl You make me happy O
Just by the words that you say
Mama mi oh
So short
them shoes
They talking about us like we on the news
Baby i'm up, you know what i do
Everything better when i am with you
When you by my side i'm unable
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