Too powerful And you can't offer me escape Houses move and houses speak If you take me there you'll get relief Believe, believe, believe, believe Appliances have gone berserk I cannot keep up

Faster than the speed of night The night'll be our cover and we'll huddle below There really isn't any time to lose They're going to catch us if we wait until it gets too light You're such a pretty boy Let me show you what to do and you'll do it But you

Close your eyes, its about to begin As it flows up from the ground Taking all who hear that sound If you stand in the light, you get the feel of the ride And the music that plays in your ears In your head you can hear, a voice so sweet and clear And the

Just push play They're gonna bleep it anyway Were comin' at you anyway Were comin at you anyway She gave you a flower The one that God gave her You all up in de kool-aid But u do not know de flavor Get into the zone baybee

One on one I want to play that game tonight One on one I know I want to play that One on one so slow I don't want no one else I want to play with you girl I'm tired of playing on the team It seems I don't get time out anymore What a change if we set the

Keep on falling down Give me drink, give me smoke Get me high, let me float On a clowd, coming down Put me down, gentle now Bottom line, I can't cope If I die, I don't know I don't know, I don't know Give me drink, give me dope

Oh, but if you want to win it You win my heart Yeah, you get it all You make my motor run Just go faster, faster, don't be slow Rev it up, rev it up 'til your engine blows You win my love, yeah you're number one

Keep the weed next to the bed And light the wall, check for lead Dim the lights a little lower Hide your back or shrug your shoulders Give the gift, then fix your hair You have to get this turtleneck Oh no, this is so embarrassing Oh, the pissing fits

One love, one love, one thug One nation, twenty-one gun salute I'm hoping my true motherfuckers know This be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds, up in the studio, getting blowed To the truest shit I ever spoke 21 gun salute, dressed in

I'm so sorry A son of a stepfather So you gotta fire up, you gotta let go You'll never be loved till you've made your own You gotta face up, you gotta get yours You never know the top till you get too low The sun shines on everyone, everyone love