I did not know there was a plan Somewhere a perfect man I don't believe in the stars Then you smiled at my pretense As you broke down my defenses Just
Sets up, chest out, in and out, in and out Lift your arm, lift your arm, in a circle, in a circle Swang out, hang out, bang out Show these motherfuckers
Outside the cafe by the cracker factory you were practicin' a magic trick And my thoughts got rude as you talked and chewed On the last of your pick and
You showed me my tomorrow beside a box of matches A welcome threatening stir My hopes of being stolen might just ring true Depends who you prefer If
Pinned down by the dark Been fighting with my sheets Nearly crying in my sleep Yes, I'm battling that well taught gripe The most frustrating type You
I heard the truth was built to bend A mechanism to suspend the guilt Is what you are requiring still You've got to dance little liar Just like those
Tricking through the morning The tramp with the trampoline under his arm Shifts past your whiskers So stuck is the chum with the barking alarm Waits coiled
Fools on parade cavort and carry on for waiting eyes That you would rather be beside than in front of But she's never been the kind to be hollowed by
I was biting the time zone And we embellish the banks of our bloodstreams And threw caution to the colorful I am a fell asleep in the car Until the bumps
Fiendish wonder in a carnival's wake Old caresses once again irritate Tread softly stranger Move over toward the danger that you seek You think excitement
I thought I saw you in the battleship But it was only a look a like She was nothing but a vision trick Under the warning light She was close Close enough
If you can summon the strength, tow me I can't hold down the urgency You've got to make your decent slowly And oil up those sticky keys Coax me out,
Jet Setting by Teairra Mari Lyrics Jet Setting by Teairra Mari Lyrics Jet Setting by Teairra Mari Lyrics
[Redman] Mic check, mic check (mic check mic check one two) One two, one two check mic (yeah) Gilla House, D-Block baby (can y'all hear me out there?)
Last call for everything A pool of Emmalines delirious She lingers like a chain It's more than grave but not too serious Send in your reverie to me faker
Comb your hair, paint and powder You act proud, and I'll act prouder You sing loud, and I'll sing louder Tonight were settin' the woods on fire You're
There's a call that rings for the one who sings to those now gone astray Saying come ye men and your load of sin there at the altar lay You don't seem
the right to work for some else is self imposed slavery a will degradation of ones self what kind of right is that there is no way in hell! i will do