And we don't care about the young folks Talking 'bout the young style And we don't care about the old folks Talking 'bout the old style too
I stay out too late Got nothing in my brain That's what people say, mmm-mmm That's what people say, mmm-mmm I go on too many dates [chuckle] But I can't make 'em stay At least that's what people say, mmm-mmm That's what people say, mmm-mmm But I keep cruising Can't stop, won't stop moving It's like I got this music In my mind Saying, "It's gonna be alright."
Is... this the real life? Is... this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, No... escape from reality. Open your eyes, Look up to the skies and see.., I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy, Because I'm easy come, easy go, Little high, little low, Anyway the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, To me...
So tight..., so fly You got me lifted, you got me lifted... You got me lifted shifted higher than a ceiling And ooh wee it’s the ultimate feeling You got me lifted feeling so gifted Sugar how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly?
back to the jungle back to my roots tell pablo strap up the zoots call up the soldiers bring out the troops just like stryder tings in boots man'll handstand jump through hoops i dont wana hear bout no band and group 18 shots that will take off roofs hold tite the olders big up the youths cant ask me why i look vex its not wretch, its not ghetts its not jayz or dmx, spray up the place and ask whos next send for ur armour put on ur vest tht dont matter i will step in ur chest 18 shots leave a man in a mess h corperation u know the rest
The morning rain clouds up my window, and I can't see at all And even if I could it'll all be gray, but your picture on my wall. It reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad..
"It's only the end of the world again / not a family loss" Worst thing is, I don't know where its from, if you know I'd love a PM
The day you died, all my tears ran dry I feel you, I hear you, echo in my soul. I failed you, I miss you so The day you died, echoes in my soul.
Cause we knew you had precious when you walked in/ So shame on us now/ Our cries echo through the Misty Mountains/ Now we're lying in the cold hard cave."
"There must be some kind of way out of here," Said the joker to the thief, "There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief. Businessman they drink my wine, Plowman dig my earth None will level on the line, nobody offered his word, hey" "No reason to get excited," The thief, he kindly spoke "There are many here among us Who feel that life is but a joke But you and I, we've been through that And this is not our fate So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late" All along the watchtower Princes kept the view While all the women came and went Barefoot servants, too Outside in the cold distance A wildcat did growl Two riders were approaching And the wind began to howl, hey.
