Love No More

I met this this girl,. in the project down by frenchman poor,. run the roll like a river so we lost her soul,. when she come there aint but chat and den we lost control,.

Kumon Kumon

Come on, come on, come on.... Come on, come on, come on.... Come on, come on, come on.... Come on, come on, come on....

Intro – Year 3000 Style

I think when it comes to music and everything the man has to experiment.. Music to me... you see, most music is creative music.. You understand? That means its original, it comes from the heart..

I Love You

Hold On

Hold on, I'm coming. Hold on, I'm coming. . Oh, yeah, I see you, baby. Gotta feel for the jeans you're wearing. Gonna leave the rhythm, just a minute.

Attention Whore

Look at me,. Talk about me,. Think of me,. Do you like what you see?. . Hey everyone, I know you love me. and even if you hate me. You talk about me. .

District Line

Dirty Sexy

Got my swag right, and my stacks high.. Got the hair done, nails done, so fly.. You see me struttin' out. Karats dripping down.. Couple grand keep me six inches off the ground..

Be Free

Long time ago (x2). From the country to the town, from the soul to the crowd. woo woo oh oh oh. From the country to the town, from the soul to the crowd. woo woo.

Asda Car Park

And through those eyes, you don't recognize my face.. And I take you with me every place I stay.. Never thought I'd feel so alone.. Never thought I'd be so afraid..

You Don't Have A Clue

It's late in the night, dancing is done. The music has died, you're ready to run. . But you don't have a clue. This party hasn't ended yet not for me and you.

What Else Is There?

It was me on that road. But you couldn't see me. Too many lights out, but nowhere near here. . It was me on that road. Still you couldn't see me. And then flashlights and explosions.

Triumphant

Tristesse Globale

Tricky Two

Tricky Tricky

Six afraid of seven 'cause seven, eight, nine. I'm about to lose it the second time. Staring at the wall hour after hour. Running up and down over and over.

This Must Be It

Waiting for a beam to break through here. A chain way vision, all bright and clear. And they talk and they dance. . I was expecting something pure with a golden hair.

The Drug

What is that funny light and sound. Calling me, in my head, repeatedly?. What is that vision there in sight. Before my eyes?. So prominent. So mesmerising, turbulent.

The Alcoholic

Sparks

No much I gained or break, it's those tiny little spots. Daily life that makes me forget my wounded heart. It doesn't matter when it may rain or it may shine.