I’ve been the leftover
The gimme-gimme gone
Got you by the balls in the halls
Leftover
Give it or not
Lost, blown in the end
A dream or a thought
Give it away, give it away, give it away
Now drop.
Let the groove hold your hands
Flow through the night
Through the eyes and the eyes of the eyes; high
See me, see the glow in these these
See the chance
Buckets fallin’ under heavy, heavy
Drops of pure bloods truth
I’m havin’ attacks
Straight to the heart
Like a shak-a-shak-a-shak
Bare chested at the moon, OWWWW
So it’s the way that we love
It’s the get it, get it
Get it all packed in the black Jones tall
Lost souls holding out
My bodies been around
Shuffled down long gray gray walls
Penitentiary
I’ve been the guilt, the reconcile
But I’ve learned you are the shift
The give it t’me, give it t’me
Give it t’me with leftovers
Drop. You’re here
[note: best read at 91BPM]