How we intertwine our very soul How we fill eachother's spaces To lose control When you're talking be the children Who stand on solid ground Never underestimate
Lifts up, your heart just leaves the ground /and how you love your ground / high above the ground / and the earth you
Hmmm, yeaahh Hmmm, Hmmm? Can anybody tell me why I feel like I just lost control And I can't get it back no matter how hard I try There's no real way
You can't believe that your whole world's shattered You used to have it all under control It's like you lost everything that mattered And you're afraid
bum music bmi/beachead music, inc. ascap Producer: brian wilson/lenny waronker Co-producer: andy paley Recorded and mixed by mark linett at ground control
out my yard Press record 'cause you gon' wanna take this spaceship Takin' off on a one way to Mars So you turn up regardless Show out and go the hardest Go dumb, go dumb, go dumb Lose control
One, Two One, Two, Three Yeah International underground Thunder pounds When I stomp the ground (Wooh!) Like a million elephants Or Silverback Orangutangs
get a little crazy Ol' girl might yell rape G, you might as well give her a throat baby Goop goobler, goop gravy, no dicking her down to the ground Now
It's a hard world, I know But don't give in to the lies You have always been a star Everything you need's inside See you always on the ground But cha
broke out in a sweat Cashed my check And I spent it to death And it's hard to compete And it's hard to eat When you're beating your teeth on the ground
mind Special people brown and white Special people getting all uptight Special people kiss my soul Special people take control Special people lick the ground
you put your hands on me I feel sexy And my body turns to gold I just know When you put your hands on me I feel ready And I lose my self-control I
bare our other sides and feel the kiss of flesh. "Take your clothes off," I commanded like a bold and common bandit basking in a feeling of control.
take time out to beat this shit up, get up/ Feel us it's the real niggas/ The soldier field niggas, roll in control niggas/ and we roll wit cold killers
Pap, pap, put it all on the ground, yeah Bone, yeah We used to get down with a clack back (Get down) Put on the ground, now get down Well, it must be
they know us Pap pap put it all in tha ground yeah, Bone, yeah, we used to get down With tha clack back put it on the ground, now get down Now it must
too many guns. Your pitiful life aint got no meaning, and I know you schemin, L-Burna done got legit now, bitch you sit on the ground, you get on the ground
I need Mary -Sssssshh!, I just need Mary [Verse 2] Had me thinkin' She was the only I'd ever needed Stick in ground, runnin' round, like oh..never need