Be in my heart When we were younger We thought everyone was on our side Then we grew a little And romanticized the time I saw Flowers in your hair See it takes a boy to live Takes a man to pretend he was there So then we grew a little

Bootleg, bootleg, Bootleg, howl. Take you a glass of water Make it against the law. See how good the water tastes When you can't have any at all. Findin' a natural woman, Like honey to a bee. But you don't buzz the flower.

Karmacoma, Jamaican aroma You sure you want to be with me I've nothing to give Take a walk take a rest Taste the rest Deflowering my baby, aiyee my baby me Monopoly and properly kissed Won't lie and say this love is best Leave us in emotional peace

Gonna move up to the country Paint my mailbox blue Paint some trailin' vines and dew Well, come here, baby Sugar, let your papa take you by the hand Put some flowers on it, baby You know I'm leavin' LA, baby Don't you know this smog's got me down? I'm

Gloomy Sunday Sunday is gloomy My hours are slumberless Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers Will never awaken you Not where the black coach Of sorrow has taken you

Leaves are falling, the wind is blowing so cold The end, cycle, peel to the core Fall to the ground All dies again Vision faces disintegrator It all came back to me Non could be lower, crawling under The weight I can't take I eat all, wild and virgin The

Take no space I wanna be heard, but leave no trace Leave no trace I wanna be seen, won't take no space I like to look at you from a distance I like when you scream in my face Afraid to say the right words in right order So it makes sense to a person with

Back it up now Bump your rump now Grab my waist now Work it out now Grab my shoulder Pick it up now Take it lower To the floor now Watch out baby

Turned into my worst phobia A crazy man's utopia If you're lost no one can show ya But it sure was glad to know ya Only poor boys take a chance On the garden's song and dance Feel her flowers as they wrap around But only smart boys do without

I'll chip a nigga little bit of nothin' I'll chip a nigga then throw the blower in his lap It's not a place This country is to be a sound of drum and bass America, God bless you if it's good to you America please take my hand Can you help me underst- New