have you leaveing you on your knees begging me please for your keys to your mercedes now what it gonna be cause i get 'em hype, what tuh,what tuh,what ap get 'em hype
(Lyrics by: Peter Stormer and Chris Kutsor) You seem to know a thing or two about keeping me away from you Now I'm afraid you're in over your head This
(Lyrics by: Chris Kutsor and Peter Stormer) I no longer believe we're who we used to be Four years of mistakes, I knew you couldn't take it Now all
I've taken all the necessary steps to try to make this work (to try to make this work) You know that I would give you the world but then you ask for
It feels a lot like love but its just not the same (not the same, not the same, yeah) maybe we hit the bedroom way too soon But I don't know why, I can
ON! (I'm on a next hype, I'm on a next hype) When I come out so goddamn long COME ON! (I'm on a next hype, I'm on a next hype) (Temmppzz) When I come
'm on a next hype, I'm on a next hype) When I come out so goddamn long COME ON! (I'm on a next hype, I'm on a next hype) (Temmppzz) When I come out
thai, and I'm here for the crib I can't go out like that, that ain't my type I hooked her up on my late night hype Geah Word Hey man, I don't know what
Hype talk Inside outside Ra ra ra Too many man talk nuff' bla bla Talk like Dizzee aint got a tempa' Hit em' wit da force like sky walker Inside outside
too damn hype Too Damn Hype Too Damn Hype Too Damn Hype Too Damn Hype Too Damn Hype Too Damn Hype Yes yes y'all, we are the Too Damn Hype Too Damn Hype
Que l' on sait ou trouver si l' on veut se perdre C' est le tout Paris qui jouit Foule unanime Inferno telegraph to the hype Inferno telegraph to the hype
hype Buss di crazy hype Dance di crazy hype Kill dem wid di hype Dance di crazy hype Buss di crazy hype Dance di crazy hype(John) Dance di crazy hype
the hype It's the hype yo That's the hype Word em up, one two it's the hype, check it out yo yo It's the hype yo It's the hype, yo it's the hype, word
Amy's going back to school today Elation, jubilation screams from her face Did the halls smell of gunpowder still What made the human heart dark enough
quit your day job or your paper route. Fantastic and so spastic, drop dope rhymes like sonic booms, that's the kind of hype that could clear this room. I got hype
Flash Gordon soundtrack, I was in second grade. My first real record, yeah, worn down it played and played. Young and blind, my double mind. When
Here the man draws the line for separation. (Old Vision). Watch the man build up his walls for isolation. (You make division). Walk no mile, I'm
