Toe to toe Dancing very close Barely breathing Almost comatose Wall to wall People hypnotized And they?re stepping lightly Hang each night in Rapture
Toe to toe Dancing very slow Barely breathing Almost comatose Wall to wall People hypnotized And they're stepping lightly Hang each night in Rapture
Voice Toe to toe Dancing very close Body breathing Almost comatose Wall to wall People hypnotized And they're stepping lightly Hang each night in Rapture
It?s late, execute my with words and hate and I?ll go back to bed All the books that you?ve read can?t explain nothing about your pain When you?re beside
words to say And your love slowly moved right in All this time, oh my love, where you been ** Please I'm moaning don't you know My love I want you so Sugar You make my soul complete Rapture
Give me all your paper ma gimme all your jazz give me something that i need something i can have mrs. londons coming round she's coming with the sun
I said cut dead I said WHAT I said cut dead I said what you you want I said cut dead I said WHAT I said cut dead I said what you you want Even the wicked
In life a little rain may fall My life flooded a year ago When you walked away from this concave This routine's boring me to death We pass up every chance
swagger, that's the reason why I got my hustle I got the highest stature, Miami diamond flasher I got you caught in the most flyest and stylish rapture
INTRO [Kardinal Offishall] Yo yo, this is me (what's going on Kardinal?) Yo, here the other day I was walking on the E-W right (uh huh) A crew man come
askin' for a cent Burn the house down, gotta buy another Don't forget the gas can, jealous stupid muthafuka To another chapter, paper dat I captured Caught up in da rapture
gettin' Stronger than what ya been hearin' Kid Ice is on the set, so suckas stop sweatin' I kick it funky to show my courage When schoolin' others,
Sex game strong, leave the savage alone And don't want a nigga to nut too quick If you slip she'll catch ya, you're caught in the rapture Don't fall in
get over...' like Curtis Mayfield said I was a problem child, running wild in the night Livin on a not-so-safe set of life Caught up in the rapture,
coming down with that northern touch, tiggy touch Verse 1: Rascalz and Choclair check the lingowe spread through the atmosphere so distinctive no other
hell It's all goin' to hell Yup, we livin' in hell Every Sunday dressin' up, catchin' gossip at its worst Couldn't see the difference in the Baptist and the Catholic Church Caught up in the rapture
hate us with a passion or love us to death The feeling of enchantment, this blissful rapture Hits home for some, for others it's hard to capture Adapt
