Not this time I’m not trying to be funny but I left it all at home today You can call me what you wanna I ain’t giving you a dollar This time I ain’t gonna run away You might knock me down, you might knock me down But I will get back up again This time I

Trapped on one stop, served my own block Bought my own watch (own watch) Loaded Glock, lettin' that thing pop (pop) They can't freeze us (freeze us) Skybox, we been at the top (sky) They can't see us (see us) Big knocks, fucked the dirty cops (Hey

Dancing with the devil on the 13th floor Non stop knocking on heaven's door Thinking faster flirting with disaster plastered I'm your puppet master pushin' proper data Watch the city steal your soul as the drugs take control And the problems of the world

I'm back in the USSR Back in the USSR You don't know how lucky you are, boy Back in the US Well the Ukraine girls really knock me out They leave the west behind And Moscow girls make me sing and shout That Georgia's always on my my my my my my my my my

All I wanna know is do you wanna get away Girl you got me going crazy Knocked me off my feet Now you got me begging baby Get away with me Begging baby please Cause girl I don't know what to do cause I'm so in love with you Hey there pretty lady

So why then, are you crying? Who denied them And no amount of tears Could roll back all the years Bring back all your dreams from yesterday Once your dreams Come knocking at your door It's time to realize

I swear you'll stay to maintain the pain I put a bullet in my radio Something just hit me funny I don't know Just pulled the trigger going down the road You slammed the door and knocked me off the wire Been walking lines and you've been burning tires

Knock the world Right off its feet and straight onto its head The book of love will long be laughing after you are dead Fascinated by the look of you and what was said Make a play for all the brightest minds in life will share She's only eighteen Don't

It's fighting back them butterflies It's call it in the air, alright Yes sir, we want the ball And it's knocking heads and talking trash It's slinging mud and dirt and grass It's I got your number, I got your back When your back's against the wall You

Baby, it's a fine line I'm holding on, you're holding back Can't you hear me knockin' at your door? But you're taking your sweet time In love, out of touch Baby, it's a real fine line Completely complacent So decidedly vacant I keep waiting for something