is real and I want to know Please can you deceive me, I would know Please can you release me, I would know Please can you believe me, I would know
twentieth century. Saved, saved for the times that you've heard when it means stupidity. Like right now if you could disappear, I know that you would.
a repeat people I'm tryin to tell you. [Dramacydal] Now picture the scenery, I'm thugged out smokin greenery Considered a B.G., but I'm off in this
would you still love me? If I didn't smell so good would you still hug me? If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter century, Could I count on you
would you cause me pain? Would you call me sweet things 'cause I'm your babygirl? Would I be your whole wide world? Would I be the apple of your eye? Would
out my death In every city, memories would whisper Here is where you rest I was determined in Chicago But I dug my teeth into my knees And I settled
dem inna showdown Dem a search round di compound Yuh know I mon nah nuh weed clown Find a likkle piece of land and I plant mi own ground So, tell di yute
: (Bowie) I've never sailed on a sea I would not challenge a giant I could not take on the church Time will crawl Till the 21st century lose I know
know that reality is immaterial." "This is not reality..." I'm kneeling on the floor staring at the wall like the spider in the window I wish that I
point I want to make, The mistake is to take without giving, From within, You know how I'm living, I'm cool, I'm looking after myself, And I could never
number, like I had to phone up musicians I knew and suddenly somehow I got the number, and phoned him up: "You might not know me, but I know you. How
within [Talking:] What'd she do to her hair? I don't know it look crazy I like it. I might do that. Umm I wouldn't go that far. I know .. ha ha ha ha
news were leaving out Rhyme writers would feel it out out, speaking clout Weaker speakers be seated deleted and weeded out Political bouts leads to problems that's bleeded out I
if they was short wit' cheese I would work wit' them Boy and we...got rid of that dirt for them Wasn't born hustlers I was burpin' em H to the izz-O,
a lamp post, why I got my hand closed? Cracks in my palm, watchin the long arm of the law So you know I seen it all before I seen hoop dreams deflate
seventeenth century and they suited her well She would eat nothing but sat in her chair like a queen And laughed at my French but seemed always to know what I
of something that I've recently seen It was a look in the eye of Lady Di As she stood on the balcony knowing the last fantasy of the century was in her
