Songtexte:
Squeeze Picking Up The Pieces

for a burning desire To fall in love And put out the fire that's been burning Picking up the pieces And putting them down again Picking up the pieces

telling where the coppers be dwelling, One had spotted me, pick up ah piece and shot a me But I practice what I preach And see that these slugs up in

what I never seen befo' Woke up and seen the sun sky high, sky high [Verse 2] Circulate like a Sunday paper Capers caught long time, to cheap flicks, good picks

fucked up, like the relationship between Farrakhan and Jews I'm spankin this instrumental, like a wrinkly old bitch I'm whippin the kick and snare, make 'em pick

telling Where the coppers be dwelling One had spotted me, pick up ah piece and shot a me But, I practice what I preach and see that these slugs Up in

it's all goodie And be a ride a Benz wit my knees, what? Breakin' trees up, rollin' weed up on my way to the V up To put the G's up, see yuk, hella high

you like that boob? And I got up in the strawberry's a whip cream, cause I be loving the way you wipe that fruit I take of piece of them then put it

s everlasting in cement It's cellular recombinant, he is not lite, he will not die Carve up-sell off Gonna pick up all the pieces they're available from

cram up, clan up, ain?t not time to clam up, we gone fight with praise everybody put your hands up. (Hook) Holy Spirit pick us up we need to feel you