1.You Wish
Nothing, is gonna survive
And her thing, always alive
Despite on the edge
Well it'll make you cry
It's never ending
And never surrendering
Nothing, is gonna roll
And her thing, out of control
And shame, on the underdog
And who's to blame,
About the other day？
It's never ending
And never surrendering
Nothing, is gonna survive
And nothing, always alive
Despite on the edge
Well it'll make you cry
And who's to blame
About the other day？
It's never ending
And never surrendering
Her end, something new
And nothing, all but you
And the life you want to live
And the life you want to live
It's all right, it's all right, it's all right...
2.Wet Pussycat
Lyricist：Miguel Cancino, David Dinsmore, John Garcia, Arthur Seay
When she said the bones are home, high
When she said the dogs gone, oh high, high
You blast through the front doorway, you're high
Blast through the back door, you're all mine, oh
I am the one way, I am the Sunday
Only if you and in your head
Something is wrong babe, just come to me said
I am the only one for you, yeah
When you move your hips babe, so fine
When you move your head babe, lookin' alright
When you shake your ass babe, your looking so fine
And when you said your heart breaks, you better shake it down
I am your only, just because lonely
I am the one because you're true
I am your only, somethin' is lonely
Somethin' is wrong because you're true
You are my only, somethin' is gone now
Only because and if you're true
You got me right, you got me right
You got me right, you got me, yeah
You got me right, you got me right
You got me right, you got me
You got me, yeah, you got me right
You got me right, you got me, ah
You got me right, you got me right
You got me right, you got me, got me, got me right
You got me, you got me right, you got me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you got me
You got me, you got me, you got me
Go, go, go, go, got me, run, run, run, go
Hey yo son, hey yo son, hey yo son
Hey yo son, hey yo son, hey yo son
What the fuck and what the hell
And what the son and what the fuck
Yeah, what the fuck and what the son
And what the son, and what the son
And what the, what the, oh, what the, what the
What the, oh, what the, what the, what the
3.Nervous
And you should've told me
You had a nervous fuckin break down
And you should've said to me
You were going down
And I should've told you
You heart, momma, it's going down
And you should've told me
You had a nervous fuckin breakdown
And there's a flip side to that coin
There's a flip side to your coin
Well is there？
And there's a flip side to that coin
There's a flip side to your coin
Well is there？ Is there？
And you should've told me
You had a nervus fuckin breakdown
And I should've run from you
Well I'm not turning around
And you should've said to me
You heart, momma, it's going down
And you should've told me
You had a nervous fuckin breakdown
And there's a flip side to that coin
There's a flip side to your coin
Well is there？
And there's a flip side to that coin
There's a flip side to your coin
Well is there？
Is there？
4.Intro
This is in remembrance of our ancestors
Sam Cooke and
Marvin Gaye and
Donny Hathaway
And all that came before
You opened up a door
Cause of you
A change gon' come
5.Human Tornado
Smile, the smile you used, you choose this hard life, yeah
Get in, the villain who stole your true love
Yeah, the room, the room, the room that they gave you his hand
And bottle, the bottle he used was just a little heavier, man
Never again, never again, will you refuse his face...
Smoking, smoke in his eyes and your love was like, gold
And riding, you thought of riding home all alone
And the loop, the loop, the loop that he gave you was planned
And bottle, the bottle he used was just a little heavier, man
Never again, never again, will you refuse this fuckin' face... e
6.Delta Alba Plex
Shock no, too many people in your life, yeah
Old times, too many old times in your life, yeah
Some people just not long
In well in your heart's eye
Some people just not long in a, well in your heart's rhyme
Too many nights
Too many nights well on your knees, on your knees, yeah
And she said so long
Well so long
Shock no, too many people in your life, yeah
Old times, too many old times in your life, yeah
Some people just not long
In well in your heart's rhyme, oh right
Some people just not long it, Well in your heart's rhyme
Oh right
Too many nights, Too many nights well on your knees
On your knees yea
(Chorus)
7.Black Woman
Lyricist：Miguel Cancino, David Dinsmore, John Garcia, Arthur Seay
Ride with me, baby
Just ride all night long, yeah
(Alright)
Heavy like my lady
Just fly all night long, yeah ride on
Some say that you're crazy
That doesn't mean my face is always blue, yeah
(Alright)
Should it be the answer, should it be a sun？
Should it be the boy you never call you're gone？
(Yeah)
Should it be the intro, should it be the sun？
Can it be the black girl you never call at one？
So can you find my lady？
Can you justify the love you see tonight？ Yeah
(Right on)
So fly with me baby, just fly all night long
(Right on)
Huh
Should it be the answer, should it be the sun？
Should it be the yon you never want to come？
Should it be the intro, should it be you're gone？
Should it be your boy you never call your son？
Can it be the black girl you never call at one？
You got it on
You got it on
Get it, get it, you got it
Black woman
Black woman
Black woman, yeah
8.Flower Girl
Some are talking, some will say
Some are lying
Well, it will make you pray
So sad yeah, oh mad
Babe, is coming our
Some are talking, some will say
Well, I've got catch time
Do you like to lead cause？
Do you watch the night yeah？
Do you watch the light？
Babe, it's coming our way, all
Well, little flower girl
Will you want you？
You lie to your porn
To yourself, to yourself yeah
Well, little flower girl
Will you want you？
You lie to your porn
To yourself, to yourself yeah
Some are talking, some will say
Well, I've got catch time
It will make you pray
So sad yeah, oh mad babe
It's coming our way, oh
Well, little flower girl
Will you want you？
You lie to your porn
To yourself, to yourself yeah
Yeah, lie to the porn to you
Lie to the porn to yourself, yeah
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