I'm sorry I forsake you. I'm sorry that I left you. I'm sorry I did forget you. And I'm sorry that I made myself feel better. By making you feel never good enough.
Oh, ooh, oh. . You liked me 'til you heard my shit on the radio. Well I hate to say but pop ain't going solo. You liked me 'til you heard my shit on the radio.
Hot motel. Stuffy inside. I know well. This eleven walls. Hot black tar. I tan my legs. Rest my heart. And dream of the city. . Magazine and diet coke.
In the day. In the night. Say it right. Say it all. You either got it. Or you don't. You either stand or you fall. When your will is broken. When it slips from your hand.
In the day. In the night. Say it right. Say it all. You either got it. Or you don't. You either stand or you fall. When your will is broken. When it slips from your hand.
Listen, I got you phobic offa this like arachnids. Drastic, it ain't plastic, it's just pro blackness. Grown man tactics no pediatrics. The kind of track that make the comeback miraculous.
on a sunny day, i wake up. and the light drains in. and automatically, i reach out. and i feel the warm weight on my fingers. yellow with the strain, I guess, I let up.
Mimimimimimimi. Mimimi only mimi. Mimimimimimimi. Mimimi sexy mi (x2). . Hush now!. I can, motherocker give u complete bliss!. I got your 'Wow wow!'. Look at my bottom, give it a kiss'.
Its a dirty money track, Yeah,. Girls kick the flow!. . Listen to me. All my girls get ready. Well make it easy. . When I catch you picking me. You better get a chill.
Girl I know you don't wanna play no more.. Those games make you don't wanna stay no more.. I know you need to change baby they don't know.. Say no more..
You remember your first kiss?. Well how can I forget?. My hand still shivers. from the very thought of it. . Well sometimes I almost regret it. like I regret my regrets.
It's a young Friday night. And I'm filled up to the brim. With an old, old feeling. That can't be turned into. Maybe a letter of resignation. If you frame it.
There's word on the street about her. A nasty rumour. You look up her name on the party last night. You'll find her with another lover. But there is no lover.
Shirin Shirin Shirin Shirin. Shirin Shirin Shirin Shirin. . When Shirin cuts my hair. It's like a love affair. Let those locks fall to the ground. Or let them stay there.
She mixes you up and makes you come down. And I'm gone enough to fall for that now. She's only cool tonight and I've lost your sight. But that lullaby can never get me home.
You run away with my sleep and I'm stuck in here so deep. I had a terrible dream and I can't wake up it seems. In my parallel field, what's imagined is real.
( Live / Billie Holiday Cover ). . Southern trees bear strange fruit. Blood on the leaves and blood at the root. Pastoral scene of the gallant south. The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth.
Oh I'm living. It's a golden thing. It means everything. . I'm gifted. By your grace. It's the Swanlights. In the water. On that shining face. . Oh it's such a mystery to me.
little children snuggle. under soft black stars. and if you look into their eyes. soft black stars. deliver them from the book. and the letter and the word.