hide your dreams Your dreams aren't real Feel Up Don't give up, Don't give up Feel Up Feel Up Feel Up Feel Up Feel Up Feel Up Feel Up Feel Up *Grace Jones
up Feel up You hide your dreams Your dreams aren't real Feel up Don't give up, don't give up Feel up Feel up, feel up Feel up, feel up Feel up, feel up
Traduzione: Jones, Grace. Feel Up.
this first base, God knocked the ball up out the park So we can come home this world right here is feeling so dark Feeling so cold, Lord I'm feeling
Andrea Jones Never met her father and momma's always gone Feeling all along invited him to her home She's feeling it's wrong But she figures her feelings
done lifted up, banging "I Got Hoes" You never gon see me, cause my mind frame gone And plus I got tint, that's blacker than Grace Jones Trae be out
Galliano She might be Filipino, be sipping Pellegrino Be watching Al Pacino, she could probably sniff a kilo Anyway yo, hit up Grace Jones and tell
The glitter in their eyes They'll trade you up, trade you down Your body a commodity Our sacred stage has been defaced Replaced to grace the marketplace Dow is jonesing
crib on em and you'll end up with a fortress. And ima need that new condo, town home, brown stone should I fuck with the dow jones. Or maybe I'll put
to, break your face bone For greystones, have you looking like Grace Jones Hit niggaz up, Machete's will split niggaz up Automatic's will blast, fifth niggaz up
Swift fist like camacho, i got so Much style i should be down wit the stylistics Make up to break up {*singing in background*} niggaz need to wake up
% Now you're gonna have to tell me somethin' Is there someone else in the picture or am I still the only one? I've been trying to describe the things I feel
Maybe this first base, God knocked the ball up out the park So we can come home this world right here is feeling so dark Feeling so cold, Lord I'm feeling
wrong or right, I, I hold my head up high for all to see, I'm, I'm not fooling anyone but me. What good does it do to hide, The hurting that I'm feeling
break your face bone For Greystones, have you looking like Grace Jones Hit niggaz up, machete's will split niggaz up Automatic's will blast, fifth niggaz up
won't do it tonight, I wont do it tonight No way baby I won't give in and I wont feel guilty (I won't give in and I won't feel guilty) Rant and rave
. Were barely seen out in the burning heat, The evening tide is washed up on our feet, Were all alone on the beach again, The faitless ? washed away the sand, I feel
