Chorus:. You got me trippin' out. Dunno what its about. With my hands tied and bound. You got me wanting out. You got me breaking down. You fill my head with doubt.
[Chorus]. I got a bad ass fetish. For a bad yella' bone. She so ready. I can't wait to get alone, with her. . I got a bad ass fetish (yeaahhhhh). I got a bad ass fetish (yeaahhhhh).
See that fine. full fresh river that's a flowin'. like the place that I'll be goin'. on the day I die.. That red-wood tree. growing higher than a masthead.
The man who preached the funeral said it really was a simple way to die. He laied down to rest one afternoon and never opened up his eyes. They hired me and Fred and Joe to dig the grave and carry up some chairs.
I'm drinkin' stars up in the sky. You know who you are. I'm drivin' cars around your house. It seems so fun. . So, listen to my bubble go pop. I'm comin' in, I'm comin' over the top.
Free. Somebody says. I Guess now I'm free. To say what I feel. And crush you with words. That tell you your wrong. For all That you've done. The harder we fall.
There's nothing worse than a hero. Condescending believer. You choke down doubt. There's something missing I know. I'm a miracle seeker. I'm digging now.
I'm one man to make a difference. I'm one soul all persistence. In a dark world, just tryin' to make things right, yeah. Choices we weren't given. Any heroes, and our decision.
Behind these eyes and their colourfull lustre. Hides a place of shades and dim. By no winds dark clouds can be driven. My silent grief will never be heard.
[Music by: Callenish Circle]. [Lyrics by: Joep Werkhoven & Patrick Savelkoul]. . On your way searching tranquillity. lots of images pass your mind. Most of them are coloured black.
Burn out, burn out burn out,. burn out, burn out burn out. Burn out, burn out burn out,. Burn out, burn out burn out.. . Bridge:. It goes pedal to the medal.
[Chorus:]. All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!(OK!). All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!(OK!). All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!. And for you, you, you, back it up and dump it!.
[Chorus: Lil Rob]. Califa Thugs.............. Califa Thugs be rollin rollin. . [Youngster]. Dropped out with the double pump. Comin at you with the Krazie Bone.
Day starts to bleed from my pen everything. Leaves not a voice not a choice, anything. Light never felt your sick skin rest of on me. Fails to include hardships felt constantly.
You should've tasted the sweetest part of irony. When you tried to place your hate on me. I know it's hard for you to breathe while drowning in shallows.
(J. J. Cale). Thirty days have September. In a jailhouse I remember. Well, I got caught with too much soul. Bringing it back from Mexico. Bringing it back from Mexico.
duet with Marilyn Scott. I was a fool to be. Thinking just of me. And I thought my self we're better off this way. And I thought that leaving you. Was the thing to do.
You'll think of this when summer fades. Flowers in your hair, smile on your face. Kisses and hugs and wishing wells. And the laughing, and the cheering, and the wedding bells.
stayin in a hotel not far from here. sittin in the lobby. when anhills in my ear. i turned to look. i see a gun pointed at my head. hes cussin and hes cryin.
Staying at a hotel in a world not far from here.. Sitting in the lobby when a man yells in my ear.. I turn to look, I see a gun that's pointed at my head..