Verse one. . i be rollin with my bitches. bunch of pretty bitch. rollin thru my city, with my ride, Lamborghini. man i'm talkin fast money. shinin with my gucci.
I've got a pocket full of holes. Head in the clouds the king of fools. You've got a ribbon of rainbows. The sun in your eyes burning through. . Could be I'm happy and sad.
Beautiful. . Hook. . I will never let u get away. Oh oh oh oh. Cause baby you are my month of the may. Oh oh oh oh. When it's cold outside and I need somebody.
I ask myself should I put my finger to the left, no. I ask myself should I put my finger to the right, no. I say it really doesn't matter where I put my finger.
Intro:. I feel a little misunderstood, but who am I to blame, I do my raps with a lot of metaphors and no shame, no sir, no shame! I bring it down I let my raps decipher every other human being! I cover them in the metaphors n similes! You can never stop me, yes I feel misunderstood, so bitch you dont know what Im saying so let me explain! Its Ice on the track and im back where I belong, Im explaining shit that you dont even know, and I could never do better at it, since im at the best at it, since im giving the best at it and im mo like im an addict, what am I to say uhh!.
She comes walking down the street. That's the kind, hey,. That's the kind I want to meet. I think I'm making it up. I should be putting it down. and it's beginning to show.
Verse 1:. Come of the top, yes indeed I mean the dome. running but you stop because you can go home. I don't plan to stop till my seat because a throne.
By Icehouse. Break These Chains. ------------------. Iva Davies. ------------------. so tell me where are you now. now you know the way it feels. was always easy for you.
(Hook). Im confident, fuck all y'all haters. truk all y'all skaters, the swag is in layers (x4). . (Verse). Walking down the hallway. Thinking bout my ballplay.
The Paris hearts all line the boulevarde. she shows her hand and says, "please take a card". bouquets and lace. a femme fatale face. she breaks the hearts along the boulevarde.
In Berlin, by the wall. you were five foot ten inches tall. It was very nice. candlelight and Dubonnet on ice. . We were in a small cafe. you could hear the guitars play.
Ooh, don't talk to me!. . Well, you tell me I'm the one then you tell me not to come, oh yeah. Way you call me names way you play those games, oh yeah.
Sunk deep in the night. I sink in the night. Standing alone underneath the sky. I feel the chill of ice. On my face. I watch the hours go by. The hours go by....
Her arms around a flag of blue. His colors flying black and white. She hears the voice between the lines. He hears the warning, he turns his black. . Anybody's war who is there to catch the pieces.
By Icehouse. Angel Street. ------------. Iva Davies / Robert Kretschmer. ------------. she draws the curtain wide. and brushes back her hair. she stands before the mirror.
And what costume shall the poor girl wear. To all tomorrow's parties. A hand-me-down dress from who knows where. To all tomorrow's parties. And where will she go and what shall she do.
Lately Ive been thinking how I feel, and playing back just what was said. All my senses have been running wild, while the thoughts of you are glittering.
When somebody loves you. It's no good unless he loves you all the way. Happy to be near you. When you need someone to cheer you all the way. . Taller than the tallest tree is.
There must be something we can talk about. And maybe, there's something here that we can do. No matter what your friends say, don't go too far. Remember there's just one thing.
Listen. if you listen. you will hear an endless heartbeat. on the inside. through the walls. the sound is crawling. down the corridors and halls. it cracks the ceiling.