(Because your kiss) your kiss is on my list My friends wonder why I call you all of the time What can I say I don´t feel the need to give such secrets away You think maybe I need help, no, I know that I´m right I´m just better off not listening to

It's a quarter past midnight Away-way, oh, away-way, oh We keep on running Running through a red light Like we're trying to burn the night away Help me piece it all together, darling Help me piece it all together This is my favorite part oh Before it

Ooh, uh the way you look at me I'm feelin' you, uh I just can't help it Tryin' to keep it cool, uh I can feel it in the beat, uh When you do those things to me, uh Don't let nothin' stop you Move, ring the alarm The club is jumpin' now, so get up! You

You gotta work We gon' find a way Somebody's gotta do it I know the road is deep I know the journey's long So, I've got to carry on And when I'm in too deep I need you to help me to be strong It ain't gonna happen on its own

Everything's gonna be alright boys, help is on the way Hold your head up high now, there's no need to cry now We're not running anymore Leave the politics behind boys, they're not working anymore There's so much more at stake here, it's make or break

And your crying won't help you, woman 'Cause you've been so mean to me Oh, oh, crying won't help you, baby Crying won't help you now Oh, no matter what you say, baby No matter what you do The way you been treating me, woman Is coming back home to you Oh,

It's all about us And that's real But I promise, if we stick together we gon' make it through anything We're too special for the world Dodging bullets, we're in trouble in times And mama always taught me as a boy To help ya brother if he's fallin' at

Can't help this feeling I need your love Don't want to stop and watch the bridges burn I want you every way I can't believe it's open for discussion We've said our goodbyes I've been a fool not to see the repercussions You've had in my life

A flea shine shoeshine man of fifteen Brings the house in with a smile All twelve teeth tell myriad stories One upon one and one The breath in his hand waving Drives the gypsy woman mad She loves him anyway Has told him so a thousand times or more She

(Fuckin' with the killas) Money and the power, money and the power I was thinking to myself, maybe I should seek some help Maybe I should blame myself My mistake in stealth is going away Is going away, is going away