at the door, whoa D-d-d-d-dancing makes the people feel united D-d-d-d-dancing makes the people feel united D-d-d-d-dancing makes the people feel united
you go Timothy where have you been? I been in Athens, Georgia by way of Bubba Sparxx When the nights was bright And all the days was dark But now they
to rise like coffins full of stars getting buried in the sky. You want to laugh and dance... to be free? Well, alright-- I've been thinking about those days
logistic motors like Noah's ark ticket holders, pivot All in a days breath I guess Sandman hit up or shatter a day when television run over baboon heart
stay I gotta run run, yeah Gotta get home, pick up the phone Gotta let the people know I'm gonna be late There was a time when we could dance until
light With my one good arm behind my back Says little Joey Diaz Brother give me another toke Those downtown hoods are no damn good Those Italians need
the pool with lots of water Don't worry pops I got your daughter I'll bring her home in one piece even though she came in a two piece with those groupies
state of heart and state of mind At this rate we may never die I think this works Let's drive in reverse Back to those days Those sweet summer days
time But I'll remember those moments forevermore As the days where nothing had changed at all Found a long lost picture Of the car we used to run Cotton
worlds Master of the days of judgment guide me on the path Upon those who you bestowed your favors Not upon those who your wrath has brought down Nor on those
, I pull then clip it or mix it wit some moet then sip it Then turn around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet Run up on your lawyer for
the change, Charlie. [Charlie - driver] - Thank you. [Dance Captain] Where the hell have you been? And where is Veronica? [Velma Kelly] she isn't herself tonight [Dance
One of those fucking, awful black days When nothing is pleasing and everything that happens Is an excuse for anger An outlet for emotions stockpiled,
I'll see them dancing across the lawns of my homeland. We found the town in sixteen forty-one, For to farm and to pray and Metro North to run. We took
kinda fly, man Yo man, Rakim and De La be up there all the time Word up, yo, De La? Yo, those punk kids, man? They ain't punks, man, yo man, those kids
in the Mojave Desert While ya?ll talk gangsta, I push body parts in shoppin' carts Leave wigs on streets on Melrose so coroners can smell those Arms for three days
Brown clouds! Who is making those new brown clouds? Who is making those clouds these days? Ho is making those new brown clouds? Better ask a philostopher