I gotta be, you gotta be happy now, happier then you have not to look miserable you look so paralysed now
Is it just me or do you feel the same as me? it?s priceless when you cannot find words to express yourself in the way you were meant to am i just concerned
Time is over, wake up! three-two-one, you lose your cup empty promises come for free just the way it had to be here's the problem, where are you? three
disco We like pop, we like soul, we like to rock But we never liked disco No we never liked disco No we never liked disco No we never liked disco ...
Sunrise, Sunset Everybody gonna Disco step Everybody gonna Disco step Rockman Rock Rockman Rock so fine, so fine Sunrise, Sunset Everybody gonna Disco step Everybody gonna Disco
falling victim to a revolutionary song The Serengeti's cloned Back to put you backstabbers back on your spinal bone You slipped your diisc when I slipped you my disc
Get the motor running hot Second row, third disc I still remember that yellow sun dress Blond hair, blue eyes And every time I looked at her, my tongue
wrong with my leg just b-boy limpin' Got arrested at the Mardi Gras for jumping on a float My man, MCA's got a beard like a billy goat Oowah, oowah is the disco
so broke holy bullshit holy bullshit look at this you're driving so slow laid back lying on your couch all the time watch your digital video disc show
wanna be there Those were the best days of my life Ain't no use in complainin' When you got a job to do Spent my evenin's down at the drive-in And that
the force of my mic That's why at night I be out postin' up my own snipes For years I sat back, played the role, what for? This here disc, hear us raw
my head down I can't see but I'm tryin' to make a touchdown Damn, will I ever see the other side I'm this close from doin' another drive by Now, I don
gonna burn in hell Drives all night through the city streets Where he carves his victims like a piece of meat Spoke to the devil the other day And john
money, you a demo cassette With a killer-like motive and a four-wheel drive Keep you punks lined up, everyone will survive I know you steal from other
the material of Laibach, manipulation of self, remains an industrial production: art of the Third Reich, totalitarism, taylorism, bruitism, disco. Disco
chillin' I'm waiting on my time to pass Right now, I'm writing ya from the hole, I got thirty days Can't use the phone, can't get no visits, that shit drive
It My Name Wale [Verse 1: Wale] Shit This how you start of 09 Kickin in the door, and I'm everybody Problem Stuntin in some other Jordan Nines I got
my mic Thats why at night I be out postin' up my own snipes For years I sat back, played the role, what for? This here disc, hear us raw Can't fake it
