Just close your eyes let me hypnotize you. I can make your storm feel sky blue. Girl when you're lost you know I'll find you. If I'm not beside you I'm behind youImagine you're on the beach and you're lost.
(Pharrell). Ok we wrote this for a purpose, to motivate you at this time. With this hypnotizing bassline, please feel free to lose your mind. Then get high, get money, get sex, get real all intertwined.
The summer's gone too soon. The winter's coming now. The lies are falling and I'm just brawling. You had me going out of my head. . And I look stupid.
[Chorus: Rosco P. Coldchain] + (Pharrell). Hey 'Rell this beat is.. (HOT!.. HOT!). You know I keep a chrome, under seats and in the home. Without speaking you'll give me your chain.
Take me on, what ever went wrong. Your tongue on my tongue makes me feel better. Our first kiss a slap on the wrist. My heart is a fist and you're left center.
Why can't you see I'm just no good at these things?. I want to love you like the man I'm supposed to be. But you know me. These conversations get boring.
Friday flight feeling smeared and vexed. Girl caught, parking lot of the Cineplex. Stupid face looking so perplexed. Seeming like it was caught in a hex.
(Amira:). Taking me higher than I've ever been before. I'm holding it back, just wanna shout out "give me more". You're just a hideaway, you're just a feeling.
I could be a shadow. In the light I'll be behind you. When the glow is shallow. There's a halogen inside you. It eclipses through me. When it's you I see, you I see.
Note: it begins with Tricky speaking in the background to someone in the studio.. ( I shoulda been a women. i don't understand why I'm a man ). . Tricky & Neneh Cherry :.
Sporting hot jeans. [Incomprehensible]. . Hard black soil called the chernozem. Driving uptown with some per diems. Won't somebody check the hem. Falling down this dress again.
Out of control, totally out of control. Mmm, stick it where it hurts. Girl, I'll be peeling you off the ceiling. That's right, hee hee. Ladies and gentlemen, Neneh Cherry.
I cut my hair, I cut my skin, we all cut something in the end. think you need the structure, i'll prove you wrong and. it's no fucking poetry, it's a sad fucking song.
[Music by Libor Krvk / Lyrics by Toms Suchack]. . The end gets near. Fear controls your soul. Hell opens door. And from there riders roll. Defenders fell.
[Music by Libor Krvk / Lyrics by Lucie Stryckov]. . Path that you are walking. leads to a shabby wall. strange voices talking. of heaven's fall. All you're been faking.
Looks like we meet again. It's been awhile my friend. I hope you still recall my name. . Like lips and sable hair. Same age but twice as fair. Magic you'll get your share tonight.
12 o'clock waking up beside you. The moon is shining through a window behind you. Come on baby, let's go for a walk. Come on baby, don't try to talk. .
Responded to an advert in the local news. Fortune teller, full discretion, what could I lose. . It wasn't like I thought it would be. Strange things happened to me.
Don't go down that street at night, I was told. If you do it anyway you're never gonna get old. Little kids and rotting teeth, that's Hellstreet. Oh I scream, oh I cry, I don't wanna die.
Dressed in black his face was white. No doubt he was a cenobite. Needless pins all over his head. Oh god that box's gonna be my death. . It was a hellraiser a hellraiser.