Lyrics:
DON'T KNOW
Like, where'd you get that rack? I DON'T KNOW, I DON'T KNOW (Shh)
If they wanna rock, I'ma play this instrumental
I don't even need the chalk,
Putin
Who? That hip hop Newton
Smash you with the horn you been tootin stupid
You listening to the one who make gravity snap back to reality
Bigger than
Feel the level of this mellow vibration
An instrumental that matches my wavelength
Yes now you are tuned into my station
Let my occupation take over
to Eve
Looking at your face and it should belong to me
Looking at that frame that you hiding in them jeans
Nothing but first class if you wanna roll with
souls
Oh, God forgive the man who drives right by the other man
Have pity on the stranger in the cold
'Cause Christmas Eve can kill you
When you're
caution, I'm like a blaze
That's roared for days
All that gaze are amazed
Dazed by the force that they just witnessed
Master, is the title to fit
that?
BEN
(In the darkness BRIAN just makes out an emaciated figure, suspended on the
wall, with his feet off the ground, by chains round his wrists.
wanna be a girl's best friend)
Ooh, boy, who you lookin' at like that? (Mh)
When I walk by, tell me, what do you see? (Yeah)
You see a young LL Cool
today
A pale, ten-year old girl standing by the car
A funeral procession, a Christmas star
Reminiscing relatives, mistletoe and wine
Christmas Eve, 1989
slow and get your arm caught in that bar
My mind tricks is that I'm Jedi by birth
Christmas Eve is when my mama blessed earth
What's the universal tone
It's just what I asked fer!
Blowing hosannas on the stand
with cats who can dazzle on the stand is unsurpassed sir
You get out and shake that
Manhattan is an island
Like the women who are
Surrounded by children in a car
Surrounded by cars
Or Manhattan was a project
That projected the worst
ship
Or spinning the yarn with a talking snake
Who gives me advice on how to behave
You can't fight this world all on your own
Adam you need your Eve
that's how we put food in the fridge
So, who am I?
Someone tryna live his best life
I just wanna take a pretty woman for a test drive
If I bring her
that I could lose you
Black magic
Black magic
I done seen them walk in and out my life
Taken by another man better than me
You know those super pretty
stay in bed"
"But I got to be at work in less than an hour"
She manages a smile as he walks out the door
She's a modern girl who's been through this
all she said so
And fine girls do not tell lies, that's the way it goes
His friends told him "free this chick", them dey hate though
Plus she was
that body
(Slow down girl)
Sexy, sexy, sexy
Walk that body
I got sexy ladies all over the floor
You're talking to one of the greatest
Who did it
on (come on)
I'm talking to you, come on the Working Hour
This is the working hour
We are paid by those who
Learn by our mistakes
This is the working hour
trip a referee (come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from (come on, come on)
In New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made
bitch this year and shit
That's gon' be the reason why
All of my peers is threatened by me
I can tell, I can see jealousy livin' in need
These
there something more you say
Tell me are you bound girl
Girl you keep and keep on throwing roses in my way
Oh hey
I know you know me
That's why you made
that girl who looks so chic?
She’s my baby
Who’s that girl who’s so unique?
She’s my baby
Feeling very fortunate when she walks by my side
And everybody
tall in the parking lot
Saw her pull out with seven freaks
Is that what you so salty 'bout?
My girl got a girlfriend
See 'em in a pearl Benz
Passin' by
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