I was yours and you were mine We were together all the time We had sun and happy days Living together in our lazy ways Drinking 'bout my baby I'm drinking
I'm normal outside He's evil inside I'm Dr Jekyll and He's Mr Hyde I try to be true He tries to be cruel I'll hold you gently but He'll smother you
Can you taste the grit Between your teeth The heat of the lights The crack of the whip The snapping sound Of someone's nerves If you pay you get What
I just hit the ground boy have I arrived Tell the dinosaurs they just won't survive So I fell and you just laughed You think that I can't stand To see
with a lot I took your cheating I put up with a lot The sun was setting for what we had got You took my money took the whole damn lot Another hit or
I'm gonna stay in bed all day I'm not gonna hear a word you say It's gonna be a life of style for me Electric blankets, pillows, fire and TV Take a
I just want my fortune now I don't care where or when or how I don't want the dustbin Or the cuddly toy I'm going for the jackpot Boy oh boy oh boy
The organ plays 'till midnight on Maldine Square tonight The dancer's dance with a fever and delight His brow is tense but his hands never shake Revenge
I say you're messing me around You say I'm getting out of hand I'm sick of the coutry Sick of the town Sick of the future It's getting me down I say
Therapy plug me in straight again Who needs this voltage food? Who needs therapy? Who needs this filthy room at night Who says give up without a fight
I hear cries and whispers in the night But I know that I was in the right Hear footsteps echo behind me as I walk People listening when I talk No room
Don't you ask me to come out When the sun does shine Let us stay here with curtains drawn In darkness you'll be mine Let's wait for the blackout The
don't make hits But it's like this whole Bad Boy shit we come to bring it to y'all niggaz, me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever Black Rob If you wanna dance,
cheese in this muthafucka Bitches on your dog like fleas in this muthafucka So many chains might freeze in this muthafucker Walked past a bitch like breeze in this muthafucka Black
albums in, I'm the realest nigga on this label Mr. Black President, yeah Obama for real They gotta put ya face on the 5000 dollar bill My president is black
the number two gal If you want to make it number one, you're number two now This the Goose and Malibu, I call it MaliBOO-YAH God damn Yeezy, how you
I say 'em 'Cause ain't no way I'ma let you stop me from causing mayhem When I say I'ma do something, I do it, I don't give a damn what you think I'm
to that? You see a lot of people don't realize that you know Rock n' Roll is truly black music, it was created by Chuck Berry, Little Richard, an' black
