Groovin' & rollin' in any rotten town. Huntin' for Kicks, chicks, just foolin' round. Let me be why'are wild boy, send you flowers. Let me be why'are lover in the wee wee hours.
My baby's face shines like a sun. lipstick & powder won't help her none. she's a nightcat foolin' round. she's goin' to some fast place. stays out all night long.
Goin' down the line, head up high. I wonder why it's so hard to feel fine. Got all I need plastic teeth, a pocket full of speed and I'm cool in the heat.
Out in the street. tryin' to arrest my friend. they put him on ice now twice. but he's back again. Hear that funky dance in Harlem. all across the U.S.A..
[ODB]. I ain't no nigga. . My words can't be held against me. I'm not caught up in your law. . All music must obey me. All pain must obey me. I cripple my enemies.
Time stood still, nothing else felt so real,. As everything fell in place,. If only we knew, if only we knew. You stood there, watching the time pass by,.
I knew this day would come,. Never thought I'd see it,. Days passed, watching you let go,. When this first began we were both so happy,. Now all I can feel is pain.
I used to be alone. With no one by my side. Until you came to me. And made me feel alive.. . Let me see what I can't see. Keep the pain apart from me.
Welcome to the new age. A world without exceptions. A mindshell of corruption. Held by procrastination. . The streets are crying in panic. Punishing disobedience.
Verse. So narcissistic. No matter which way you twist it. You're self-obsessed and you don't know. . So self gratified. No one would miss you if you died.
Any time I feel low. I just don't know how you know. You are never far from me. You are never far from me. . Once again, there goes the phone. How could you possibly know.
There's a light flashing bright onto Istedgade driving me sideways. Gravity pulling me. There's a glint in the eye under neon light. 30-something schoolgirl.
Since the first of you and me asleep. In a Nibelungen land. Titanic curses trap me in. A banishment of stay. Symbols vanish from my senses. Stem and stave the view appears.
We're living in a joke time, metaphorical coke time. Commerce and guru men, run the whole world man. Old drunken debauchery, old world brutality. Cold world kills softly, whole world runs savagely.
I guess we met a couple a bona-fide angels. But they all seemed kinda fat and fatigued. And now we're trying to match their mouths to the screens. Match their heads to their dreams.
The man who only lives for making money. Lives a life that isn't necessarily sunny. Likewise the man who works for fame. . There's no guarantee that time won't erase his name.