Save my soul, save myself All you folks think you own my life But you never made any sacrifice Demons they are on my trail I'm standing at the crossroads of the hell I look to the left I look to the right There're hands that grab me on every side All you

(Yeah, yeah, yeah do the harlem shuffle) You move it to the left Yeah, and you go for yourself You move it to the right Yeah, if it takes all night Now take it kinda slow With a whole lot of soul Don't move it too fast You make it last

She only ever walks to count her steps Eighteen strides and she stops to abide By the law that she herself has set That eighteen steps is one complete set And before the next nine right and nine left She looks up at the blue And whispers to all of the

I'll be right where I wanna be Take a left here boy, take it slow Don't get distracted by that radio I just rolled my eyes and I said, "Daddy, I know I'm fifteen, I ain't green like some ol' ten year old" What I wouldn't give to be sixteen, wild and free

Girl, I guess I should have known Dancing on my bed to a Fugee song Just killing me softly You left me laying here with my eyes closed Stole my heart with a kiss right under my nose But you ransacked my drawers, cluttered up my floors And made a mess of

Suicide, it's a suicide (Wake up in the morning, to Lucky Charms cereal) Six million ways to die, choose one It's time to escape, but I don't know where the fuck I'm headed Up or down, right or left, life or death I see myself in a mist of smoke Death

We should have no ending, like limits to a sky Rather hear a good night, let's not say goodbye We should take what's left and make it right (We're gonna make it right) We should sleep all day and stay up all night (We're staying up all night) If London

Turn to the left Now turn to the right Sashay, shantay You better work (Supermodel) (Cover girl) (Give a twirl) Do your thing on the runway

She wore blue velvet Ours, a love I held tightly Like a flame burning brightly But when she left, gone was the glow Of blue velvet But in my heart there'll always be Precious and warm, a memory Through the years And we still can see blue velvet

Westside in this motherfucker Westside in this motherfucker right here In this motherfucker right here Am I wrong, I wanna get it goin on Last to leave, till I see everybodys gone I'm at the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor Tell me am I wrong, I