The animal in me I found something I could sink my teeth into Its the thing in you that feeds It feels like thunder When we're slowly diggin' in. It kinda makes me wonder About the lovers that have been. Lyin' in my bed with her hands tied up I knew it

I and I in the sky You make me feel like I can fly So high, elevation A mole, digging in a hole Going down, excavation High, higher than the sun You shoot me from a gun I need you to elevate me here

Honey, whaddya do for money So stop your love on the road All your digging for gold You make me wonder Whaddya do for money What you gonna do You're working in bars Riding in cars Never gonna give it for free

(It could be wrong, could be wrong) But it should've been right Let our hearts ignite Are we digging a hole? This is outta control It could never last Must erase it fast But it could've been right (It could be wrong, could be)

And she did it for fun Natalie, she's probably out there thinking it's funny Telling everyone Well I'm digging a ditch for this gold-digging bitch Watch out she's quick Look out for a pretty little thing named Natalie If you see her tell her I'm coming

You can dance, you can jive Having the time of your life Ooh, see that girl, watch that scene Digging the dancing queen You're in the mood for a dance And when you get the chance You are the dancing queen Young and sweet, only seventeen Dancing queen

Girl I don't wanna be the one you iggin' I need me a li'l baby who gon' listen Li'l Kodak they don't like to see you winnin' They wanna see you in the penitentiary My mama told me, "Boy make a decision" Right now I gotta keep a tunnel vision They sendin'

I suffer well I've killed my fears a thousand times, I've been oppressed I'm digging in and found another reason to confess I set on fire what's out my house so I can see the mess Just take it all and burn it all, until there's nothing left Got amnesia,

I'm sick and tired of workin' I'll no more dig the praties As sure as me name is Carney I'll go off to California I'll no longer be a fool I'll be digging lumps of gold Where instead of diggin' praties And when I come back home again Goodbye, Muirshin

Peaches living in niches Digging the scene like beautiful cliches I wanna be clean but I gotta get high It's good to be here, so hard to come by You bring pain cause you got game And needles and pins a man can't take Throwing shapes in a gangster lean