(Track 3 on "Rotator"). . Here's a confession. I need my impression. For my profession. And I don't know the answer. The enchancer. Each composition. Gives recognition.
(Track 13 on "Rotator"). . I want it. I need it. I know the way there. Ups and downs. Turnarounds. I know the feeling. Somehow I. Seem to find you on my mind.
(Track 9 on "Rotator"). . Take my eyeball. Whisper I fall. Take the water where I went. Sister daring. Mother caring. Taking things to the end. . Weel she goes.
This is redemption. That you would die for me. And this is salvation. That you would live in me. . That you would live in me. This is redemption, this salvation.
Little lucy had grown quite tall. We said to her take it slow. The turnstiles turn the dress. That didn't hang quite so low. It didnt' hang quite so low.
You are my desire. Oh, baby, you, you, you, you make me cry. You are my desire. You, you, you, you, you make me cry. . Got to find you, know you're out there.
lately anything is possible. bit chances are getting on my nerves. though your almost always beautiful. i'm not sure that tonights what i deserve. . It's alright if you stay here.
I pull my collar down low. To show my sucking chest wound. The taste of apple and tin. On a hot spring afternoon. A child screams in midair. A diving board springs to place.
Well I only call you darling. Cos I know how much it bugs you. And darling, some habits are so hard to break. Think condescension is sexy?. Well, that's your mistake to make.
You said you didnt have time to. make time. Coz youre runnin and youre. rollin all over the town. I said thats fine. No it dont really matter. Coz Im too busy.
[Hook]. We rollin' vogues wit triple gold on Cadillac's. Smokin' doja gettin' blowed up, chillin' in the back. Smokin on that wood got my mind feelin' right for when I ride out tonite.
Umm, yes, yes, yes, y'all. Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride. Sho nuff. Let's ride, let's ride. . [Mr. G Stacka]. I'm Mr. Everyday Chiefer. Full of herb.
(Spoken by the Gangsta). Hmmph! A dedication to all them homeboys a. nd all them homegirls out there that done passed away. Dirty boys dedicate this rhyme to you.
A lovestruck Romeo sings the streets of serenade. Laying everybody low with a love song that he made. Finds a streetlight steps out of the shade. Says something like you and me babe how about it?.
I'm here to curse my own tongue again. For it's wrong again. Untrue. . Oh I'm the only one, they noticed it[?]. Hung over it, seem to. . (Be) falling from my mouth before I move.
I feel your eyes upon me. How should I act today?. To feel so unsure always. Give up or now keep on this way. . The silence taps my elbow. It's good, least that's what she said.
Look what I've done. Didn't make the best of that one. I arrive feeling sure. But ended up all insecure. . How does it feel. To be lost in your creation.
The lights exploded, she stood burning in front. She ripped my heart out and gave it to me. My eyes wouldn't open, cemented to her face. Have I begun the feeble chase?.
They don't call me this for nothing. Clueless to the fact I know something. Clueless are the masses. They better off staying paranoid. . They don't know how true this really is.
Rebel youth we're knockin' down the aristocrats. Watch 'em fall watch 'em fall. They hit the ground with the domino effect. . Day after day week after week.