I asked you for your advice You told me what was on your mind You said that I'm a sacrifice I didn't think it would be so unkind I can't be doing this
SOURCE: Chicago 1989 / Bottom Line New York 1989 TRANSCRIBED BY: Maarten van Egmond STATUS: finished, a few words may be wrong When I look at you, and
terribly contagious on his lips But I got a plan, drink for forty days and forty nights A sip for every second-hand tick And every time you fed me the line
Gaye and Chardonnay Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up Yeaaah She love the way I'm doing it So GOOD she wont put my tattoo on it Bottom line
There ain't no bottom on the ??? Chorus [Talib Kweli] Come on, come on, come on, come on. Here we go. Blackstar, hop on the Blackstar line. We bout
the kitchen pretending to be Raekwon Watching Rachel Ray all day, I get my cake on Fiends love me like a Drake song Rep that Louboutin bottom in my
[Bouncer:] Party night to night alright you can come on in You're good skinny jeans come on in Tight shirt come on in Ah that new rock n roll gay look
sings like American eulogy The dawn of my love and conspiracy Forgotten hope and the class of 13 Tell me a story into that good night Sing us a song
is no way of me turning You've got my heart in the open I see it shrink in the distance In the glow of Your glory And I never will miss this Bottom line
wanna be a rockstar I'm gonna sing those songs that offend the censors Gonna pop my pills from a Pez dispenser Get washed-up singers writin' all my songs Lipsynk 'em every night
just write songs And plus we stay up like all night long 20 some years is a long walk Even if its not in a straight line You see a lot of things in
there now to hold me The questions keep droning You're the only one who stuck it out last night The only other one who caught the other line You're
Back home, we've got a lot of shit on our minds We're always behind on something 'cause there's not enough time And we're non-stop bottom line doing
eyes upon the skies Every night a star is, right in sight a star is Burning bright, a star is born Like a beacon in the cold dark night, a star is born
night And will be buried at the bottom of the ocean A song will lift as the mainsail shifts And the boat that drifts on to the shore line And the sun
when she heard his song is on the radio/ his mind is made up and ain't nothing that could change it though/ she's leaving voice mails on his line, asks
s "Waltzing Matilda" no more. Once Henry and Mary, on a warm afternoon rowed down Reedy River to the broad bright lagoon The song of the river is a long
