on your own shes screaming whoa oh oh oh shes dreaming whoa oh oh oh dreaming of a weekend whoa oh oh oh just sleeping whoa oh oh oh hey theres this
worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang Don't you worry
cover Do they really know each other There's a whisper in the air Don't you feel a little scared The stakes are too high Some have even lost a friend
just had to be a man at any cost I volunteered for Vietnam where I got my leg shot off I recall a quote form a movie That said, "Who's more a man Than a
you know we reppin the cause Still a (Rebel) never needin a (Pause), I check drawers for balls [Chorus: Chuck D (singers)] Whatever it takes to make it hardcore! (Ridin with a
a phone call I barely got a whistle [Chorus] Coka, there's no one harder Get off your knees get a job at the carter. Throw a banks and invite your friends
-hoo-hooth "He's got a fuzzy whit beard and a great big smile A bright red hat you can see for a mile A bag full of goodies and a great big grin Hear
record scratching) He's got a fuzzy whit beard and a great big smile, A bright red hat you can see for a mile, A bag full of goodies and a great big grin
's where it all began She was a loving girl He was a caring guy Together they had plans They were married and had a baby His name was Johnnie Wait a minute
talkin' to your friend Bello You don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow" You'll be doin' society a favor That son of a bitch is brave
over town Put some sugar in my bowl I feel like layin' down I'm as pale as a ghost Holdin' a blossom on a stem You ever seen a ghost? No But you have
Well, they loved him like a brother Cause he gave A?A'em all the thrills Carin' shit about no sef-defense Only going for the kill He took a beating now
couldn't find the phone booth quite in time" A GI gets a lot of laughs 'Cause he remembers all the funny lines Mama bake a pie Daddy kill a chicken
like she meant you harm, but I wouldn't give in I had to twist her arm for a synonym - oo yeah Well, I asked the DJ for a Footloose song He played "Almost Paradise
it isn't that we just think that we can't be touched It's not like we're just feeling ourselves that much It's just, that if someone ever does put us
bread, homie Remember when they could catch a charge down in Atlanta They underestimate me 'cause I'm comin' from Alabama Martin Lee, innocent, he ain't even have a
just one voice in the crowd But now with so few singing Your voice would have been ringing Out 'bout twice as loud There but for fortune Say a small circle of friends
