You don't know a thing about me 'Cause baby you don't know a thing about me You ain't got the right to tell me Acting like you own me lately Mister Know It All Well you, you think you know it all Oh you think that you know me, know me That's why I'm

You know we've got to find a way Picket lines and picket signs Don't punish me with brutality What's going on Ya, what's going on Right on baby Mother, mother There's too many of you crying

God I love the sweet taste of India Lingers on the tip of my tongue Gotta know that what's gotten into you Any cat man do when it's done Just lookin' for a little taste (A Taste Of India) She'll steal the smile right off your face Gotta love the sweet

But I gotta go right now But I'll be back before you know it I don't want to leave Good evening I'd like to thank everybody for coming out Hope your flights were safe Feeling real breezey Swift like the wind

We do this every night We can get to feeling alright right now Turn it on baby til the sun burns out You ain't gotta say it girl, I know what you like Yeah on this trail trail, a little something to sip sip Don't need no weekend Hands on your hips and do

You know we've got to find a way Picket lines and picket signs Don't punish me with brutality What's going on Ya, what's going on Right on baby Mother, mother There's too many of you crying

You make me feel so amazing I wanna ride with you I wanna smoke with you I'm coming to get you Girl you know I gotta hit you like It's a, it’s a vibe All my homies we all on the studio tour bus right now

So don't make me tear it up You know I don't give a fuck And I ain't here to shake things up But I got my hand on my gun Tear it up, tear it up yeah Here we go now, here we go I beat the pussy up like Ying-Yang Put it right, thur like Ching-Chang You

Get up, break out, don't be the odd one out You gotta run, run riot You know the time has come (run, run riot) Come on, it's alright, we're hot tonight You better run, run riot Living by the law is a bloody necessary bore Everybody, are you gettin' what

When your long day is over And you can barely drag your feet The weight of the world Is on your shoulders I know what you need Bring it on home to me You've got someone here Wants to make it all right