There's a song we claim to know. It goes Love can change your minds Only if we give it time. I'll be tryin' She'll be callin' In good time.
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another shot. Now my best friend, my drummer, won't even tell what it was that I dropped Now sweet melinda, the peasants call her the goddess of gloom. She speaks good
life We're still standing after all Good times, bad times Bad times, good times Good times, bad times Remember the good times Remember the bad times
, don't walk away We made love on the living room floor With the noise in background of a televised war And in the deafening pleasure I thought I heard someone say ?If we
walk away We made love on the living room floor With the noise in the background from a televised war And in the deafening pleasure I thought I heard someone say If we
's a joke, we're just taking a piss And the whole world must watch the sad comic display If you're still free, start running away 'Cuz we're coming for ya We
came I don't smut but stimulation is good I keep the hammer with me, Joey's renovatin' the hood Difference between us, I'm gettin' loot on tours Good
murk in the interim I couple time we got jerked but still invented them Wicked little kinky joints that got us ghetto weight And also kept the jazz alive by pullin' off the plates Maybe only we
seekin what will transmit the scribes can apply to transcript, yo This ain't no time where the usual is suitable Tonight alive, let's describe the inscrutable The indisputable, we
black ghost and call that shit SP Glow outta this world, I'm coming for my Moon man You niggas slide back like that walkin' on the moon dance No glitter
the moon Before I left the premise, saw two more bitches They told me they was witches, told me hop on they broom I did, and then we went zoom Don't
body found Bound to the streets where we drown if we sleep We make heat instead of peace Struggle to heat, and breathe On Shiek metal swords before we
cold shot through Ten thousand years from now You'll put your hand in mine Remembering a fragrance Full of melancholy time You see those ravens breaking the prairie sky? We
no type of slack 'Cause if they do, they ass is always runnin' back Not this time, but next time I'ma name names LL, shittin' from on top of the game, I shot
shit about the city with my nuts in your wife's mouth And keep stringing on your banjo 'cause we don't like that shit we're we come from, bro Now the
neck And has to talk like this, "I love you" She can drink through it, ya get used to it It whistle every time we kiss My kind of bitch gots one good
' like Parkinson's Breads in the bag, call it good marketin' Life's a bitch but I don't cartigan That's what a word to the third letter Shots, shots, shots
