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It was regular stuff like Perry and Thrust |
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Ain't out of the blue like we usually do |
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So me and Angelo came around about seven |
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With stars in our eyes from the press we were gettin' |
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Suspect from headache you know a great deal |
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Your apathy fake but your parts are real |
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More than a little by the time it went down |
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I had crossed your path but you didn't know how |
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A record claimed star by the end of the week |
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Set flames to the heat that's all out in the street |
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The problems and pain runs hand in hand |
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When the mother of commerce ends up workin' for the band |
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[Chorus] |
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The streets is watchin' |
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So keep on talkin' |
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Your time is tickin' down, down, down |
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The streets is watchin' |
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So keep on talkin' |
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Your time is tickin' down, down, down |
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Let's catch fishes |
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Bombs make misses |
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You get served like dishes |
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Like the soft machine kisses your ass |
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It's not one iota or a comma or a quota |
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It was regular stuff like Perry and Thrust |
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Ain't out of the blue like we usually do |
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So me and Angelo came around about seven |
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With stars in our eyes from the press we were gettin' |
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Suspect from headache you know a great deal |
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Your apathy fake but your parts are real |
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More than a little by the time it went down |
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I had crossed your path but you didn't know how |
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A record claimed star by the end of the week |
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Set flames to the heat that's all out in the street |
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The problems and pain runs hand in hand |
|
When the mother of commerce ends up workin' for the band |
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[Chorus] |
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Let's catch fishes |
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Bombs make misses |
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You get served like dishes |
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Like the soft machine kisses your ass |
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It's not one iota or a comma or a quota |
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When your time here is over |
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One bum, two bum, three bums more |
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If dispute you're using then you know what it's for |
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A shot in the dark and after a thought |
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A lark |
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You hit the watermark but the thug didn't bark |
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Oh yeah, that's the sound of the police |
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They're makin' the wave because your hand is greased |
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Can't put nobody on unless they're wearing a thong |
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But the days are gone like Yvonne Elliman |
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If I can't be true I don't want your money baby |
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See I'm happy being stealth |
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Can't define my wealth |
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So, yo, go ask somebody else |
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Yeah The streets is watchin' |
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Yeah The streets is watchin' |
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I said the streets are watchin' |
