Two hearts trying to understand How we're gonna get there One way, everything's gonna be away When we're both trying to drive One wheel, four hands 'Cause you're not always right It's not like I don't try This is where we belong But darling, I'm on your

Cha-cha now y'all Take it back now y'all One hop this time Right foot let's stomp Slide to the left Left foot let's stomp Reverse Reverse Clap your hands everybody To the left Two hops this time

Like a little black dress Stuck on a little hot mess (little hot mess) Dear gravity, you held me down in this starless city Oh, three, two, one Oh, baby you're a classic You're a faded moon And oh, baby you're a classic

Take that moon or break it 'cross the sea Is one moon enough? Everything I want is just out of reach And my moon If I can see With my cheap telescope That my neighbor has two or three Down soon enough What does it mean?

Smi-ling fa-ces, some-times Smi-ling fa-ces, show no tra-ces Yeah.. aiyyo Kris tell em whassup though Yo.. yo yo! One two! Coming atcha live and direct! (That's right) Digital Underground kid you know whassup hah

There he goes... One, two, one, two, three, four... Know a man...his face seemed pulled and tense... Like he's riding on a motorbike in the strongest winds... So I approach with tact...suggest that he should relax... But he's always movin' much too

Check one two three This is Benny on the dispatch. Yo! Atención, yo, attention! It’s Benny, and I’d like to mention I’m on the microphone this mornin’ Honk ya horn if you want it! Okay, we got traffic on the west side Get off at 79th, and take the left

Handle your business before your business handles you Mister X to the Z (and Defari Herut), one two (Remain true, regardless what we go through) Handle your business so you can stand on your on two Yeah, handle your business so you can stand on your on

When I’m gone You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone I got my ticket for the long way ‘round Two bottle ‘a whiskey for the way And I sure would like some sweet company And I’m leaving tomorrow, wha-do-ya say? You’re gonna miss me by my hair You’re gonna miss

Standing by peaceful waters Whoa wah oh wha oh We were standing Many years ago along the Illinois-Wisconsin border There was this Indian tribe They found two babies in the woods, white babies One of them was named Elizabeth She was the fairer of the two