Sent out a call to acquaintances We're gonna leave around five, on time Get up and move yourself to the shuffle beat, Garage band degree. Polyrhythmic
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All a di gal dem who know seh dem classic Mek mi si yuh hand dem from yuh can block traffic All rudeboy motorist Watch it Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
in the wake of my dream I'm deaf to every scream [CHORUS] My subconscious secret to living stress-free Is manslaughter in the second degree [CHORUS
First degree, one simple step, just burn your skin with a cigarette For the second degree, take a knife, slowly slice and let it bleed And for the third
Da franchise- Uh, {chuckles} Ey yo chris man, what you think these niggaz was thinking man? Fuck y'all niggaz thinking, man? ain't no violators except
When I think about my baby I got evil on my mind When I think about that woman I got evil on my mind It brings teardrops to my eyes And sends chills all
Life has made me Pay an awful price I try and gamble with ya But you're using crooked dice Somebody's gotta suffer Somebody's sure gotta feel some pain
Shake your moneymaker Shake your moneymaker You got to shake your moneymaker, yeah Shake your moneymaker You got to shake your moneymaker And then I
see a thing Got me accused of petting I can't even raise my hand Bad luck Bad luck is killing me Well, I just can't stand No more of this third degree
I been to New Orleans, I sure had a wonderful time I been to New Orleans, I sure had a wonderful time I was high, high as a Georgia pine You know the
Tin Pan Alley is a dirty place The very place my baby loves to stay Tin Pan Alley blues is killin' me It's killin' me I met a women down there I really
These women loving each other You know they ain't thinkin' about no man They ain't keepin' secrets no more They playing a wide open hand I saw a little
name Bad luck Bad luck is killing me (it's killing me) Well I just can't stand No more of this third degree Can't stand of this third degree [Instrumental
you can set me free, 'cos I'm guilty (guilty), as a boy can be. Come on baby, can't you see, I stand accused of love in the first degree. Someday I
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Somethings are better off to die Nothing is left unsaid Sewn up the eyes to stop the cries Withered away just to sever the ties How could you adore this
The time is here the time is right, I think I may, I know I might depart tomorrow morning on an airplane to success. I can tell you're unimpressed by