Everyone's running. Everyone's running out of smoke. Nobody wants to leave the house. . I'm not waiting around. Till the sun comes out of the clouds. I will jump into the sky and shine down.
Show 'em now. . [Intro]. . Yeh. They say I'm caught up in the hype. I need to slow it down (aha). I need to slow it down. I need to slow it down. down, down.
I try to hold on, hold on, hold on to you. You keep turning away. And when you turn back, turn back, turn back to me. You never seem to be the same. .
Magic. . [Chorus]. . Magic (magic). I'm straight magic (magic). I'm sicker than I've ever been. Tokes (tokes, tokes). I command whole armies on the mic.
If words were all it took to save someone. I would have said more of them to you. But words just didn't seem to do the job somehow. Now time is gone and the morning is here.
Intro. . Every fucking day, yo yeh. every night,. they call me Smokee. same shit shit different toilet. . Verse 1. . It's like,. we smoke, we dirnk. we sex a lot,.
They lied about the way. Things were gonna be. They lied about the things. They wanted from me. . They lied about the reasons. They wanted me at all. And now.
I'm The Best. . [Verse 1]. . I leave my enemies piled,. in the cemetry while,. Jeremy Kyle, is telling me, I'm a heavenly child. and charges, they brought against me,.
Crowd Start Paniking. . *Tempo has reached critical level*. *Tempo has reached critical level*. . Verse 1. . (Yeh). Why you spitting them shoddy ass bars.
Proud to wear the uniform. Of a man who won't conform. Learning how to fit the mold. Of a man who can't be told. . Climb aboard that tour bus. Down the road less traveled.
Whatever my targets on. I carpet bomb. My man Karthik gone, wrong,. running out of sodom. with a semi lob on.. Smelling rotton, that's a horses head. in your daughters bed.
And the moon looks like a tomato. And there's a blanket over the sun. And all the stars fall out of the sky. One by one. One by one. They all fall down.
Hey hey hey. I'm not gonna listen to what you say anymore. Your advice gets me nowhere. Always with some seemingly harmless concession. To blur the lines away.
Lyrics: Klaus Meine. Music: Rudolf Schenker. Don't hear the neighbour scream. he thinks my house is burning. well, life is good to me. this Sunday morning.
Michael W. Smith and Gary Moore. Far above the highest heavens. On a throne of crystal light. Dwells the God of all creation. Rays of wonder crown His might.
On the drive home I was thinking I wish you'd left me where you found me. This isn't working and you should know, you should know.. I have always tried to tell you but you always argue.
Sexual harassment - nuclear reactors. Natural disasters from here to L.A.. Drug importers. New world order. Wars over borders. Murder on the subway. The social classes - the high rise of taxes.
I just can't get enough of my girlfriend. I'm glad I'm so in love with my girlfriend. She just wants to be somebody's baby. That's where I come in. Helping her get through the grey skies and the blue, blue.
Somebody Love Me. ----------------. (Michael W. Smith / Wayne Kirkpatrick). Counting every moment. Biding all my time. Standing out here on my own. Searching for that someone.
Your dreams of love would come true. If you'd only dream that I'm in love with you. . Look up at the stars tonight. And guess which one I wished upon.