Tell me what am I doing? Yeah, real music Yo, ya just get in that, you get in that head space, ya know Somebody get the body bags, working with beats and Put the MC’s in 'em, season 'em, put 'em on a beat with me, then I’m eating 'em Get away from the

Deep greedy and Googling every corner Tralala, in your snatch fits pleasure, broom-shaped pleasure Dead in the middle of the C-O-double M-O-N Little did I know then that the Mandela Boys soon become Mandela Men Tall woman, pull the pylons down And wrap

I wish I was cold as stone Then I wouldn't feel a thing Then I wouldn't know the sting of the rain I wouldn't hurt like this Or feel so all alone Wish I didn't have this heart I could stand strong and still Watching you walk away She left town early on a

If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool Now, Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch? Mott the Hoople and the Game of Life (yeah, yeah,

Yeah the rhythm, me & the rhythm If you feel like you're the spark Then come out of the dark Yeah all I need Is the rhythm, me & the rhythm Nothing between And I know, I know, I know I can't fight it I won't, I won't, I won't

You're gonna miss me I loved you, I loved you, I loved you But that was then Now, when you think of late nights with me there in your bed True ride or die, that's what you had And when you think of my body on yours, don't forget Once I would have died

Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die I met her accidentally in St. Paul,

Why don't you come over 'bout a quarter to nine Bring all of your fam'ly and I will bring mine If I should bring my brothers, and you bring the others Then I can sing a song like Jeru, just for you Just for all the lovely people that you see in the road

I'm damned to loving you We set fire to these skies for our love And I'd do it all again Two palm trees in the sand I'm damned to loving you now I'm damned to lovin' you (Damn!) Alright Then the gavel hit the stand (Damn!) Lovin' you

It's been a week without me And she feel weak without me She wanna talk it out but Ain't nothing to talk about Unless she's talking about freaking out Then maybe we can work it out, work it out now Eat your salad, no dessert Get that man you deserve Move