You're taking care of your instincts No matter what you do Your life could be so much better when everything is through The demons that refused to let
Beats) [Psycho Les] Jump in the Pit Beatnuts fuckin up shit Ju hold my gun and the clip As I smoke one and spit Ammo over the piano For a man's show,
mine To feel the warmness of the skies And to vanish as black silhouette Enfolded in sunrise Candles slowly lose their shine In numb eyes of (un) dead
pick you up at 8am, leaned into the sermon so you could do the wife backrub thing ? joked about my lack of singing then I snuck off to play the piano
Water you drunk like me? (Numskull you numb like me?) well lets get keyed. The highest niggaz in the industry, uh-huh, uh-huh, BIATCH!! BIATCH!! Yo piano
(Piano Intro) Why do they leave me all by myself? Why do they use me and bring me down? Why do they hurt me? Why do they leave me? Why doesn't anybody
it when we rock, we got shit locked We do not get cold we feel hot whether or not we up on top, we still rock Madchild: I'm a stun gun, pills 'til my tongues numb
You're bent over the grand piano. Feel my eyes slide over you. Legs that curve the same as hers could run as quickly too. My lazy tongue lies low and
, let your brain compel Just think as the beat excels to your eardrums Cause cells to numb and freeze while I break off at ease Real smooth, combined the piano
You're taking care of your instincts No matter what you do Your life could be so much better now When everything is through The demons that refused to
you drunk like me? (Numskull you numb like me?) well lets get keyed. The highest niggaz in the industry, uh-huh, uh-huh, BIATCH!! BIATCH!! Yo piano
when we rock, we got shit locked We do not get cold we feel hot whether or not we up on top, we still rock Madchild: I'm a stun gun, pills 'til my tongues numb
the words Like a million times before I?m watching the rain Just to see how it falls Watching the light fade from your eyes As we starts to numb It?s
Matrix But not Keanu Reaves, as she rolls in bamboo leaves I think a way to ship off these piano keys Since the traffic in a gangsta lean You make a
bound now I wanna sit and I cry Cause I stuck out my thumb till my thumb got numb and the cars went right on by But if I ever get back to Georgia... [ piano
GROUP: AH, AH, AH, AH,AH, AH, AH AH, AH, AH, AH,AH, AH, AH BOB G.: That's our song. "Oh What A Night" "Se Souir el La". French. Number one in Paris
as numb (All) if I miss you half as much. Miss you half as much. (All, w/ lads in the background banging on walls, pianos, etc...) In a year or two
