I finally see She ain't so pretty Not like what those Other ghouls say I'm sorry Lucy I turn my head And walk away Chorus: Dancing I've been dancing Dancing with the dead
I promised you sunsets, I brought the whole damn world down Broke down horses on this one way merry-go-round We were stars of a circus that's been gone
I was born with the mark of the devil's luck Blessed with a life busted, I'm hurt, I'm torn, I'm struck Yesterday you were just a dream in my bed A gypsy
The river had run From a faraway place Secrets carried deep Within the water Wonderboy sang A lonely serenade Inspiration Finally brought her He whispers
Cause they all know I got trouble in mind I pull you closer now hey, hey, hey, you start to shiver Into the fires, trouble in mind One by one lovers will
our breath away Don't you know I desire one Long look from you Senorita Ballerina You leave Hungry eyes blue You spin round Round, round, round Tonight you dance
beautiful... memory of love A Dance with the dead It does exist We still remain Create this beautiful... memory of love A Dance with the dead It does
away, time machine Cloud we will chase him out Crowds, we will face them down This is our secret place Outer space, outer space Our home forever is outer space Black
eyes were two slits that would make a snake proud With a face that any painter would paint as he walked through the crowd Worshipping a god with the
, or split an atom Who woulda known that Jesus would come back to the ghetto On that level, and that thorough, like a black hero And pack metal, so rap rebels, will
tolls The black plague has struck Diseased eyes roll upwards As if knowing which direction their souls will travel (bring out your dead) A woman in black
with the bread Don't matter what the price is I'm copping the ? I hop off the top rope and chop you in the throat Come through like Sting all black with
The dead but sticking out like hon solo when he flows With my favorite weapons hanging off there fingers and toes Wicked pimpin scary bitches livin or dead
for decimals the older head, bolder head, would train a soldier head make sure he right in the field, not a soldier dead got made code red break up the black skunk the black
A half a mill in twenties is like a bill where I'm from An arrogant drug dealer the legend I've become CNN said I'd be dead by 21 Black jack I just pulled
far ahead I gotta save the last dance. (Chorus) (Verse 3) Get it straight like panters I enhance, M.O.B., I'm all about my chips like Lance I be with animals with
must be in it [Verse 11: Pebblee Poo from Def Committee (Nas)] C'mon! Well I'm the ?wa-say-why? with the with the same crew First name Pebblee, last
