Cheerleaders, Team mascots Well admired, Dirty blankets Girls aged 16 and above Shake their pompoms, Im in love With cheerleaders Cheerleaders
Pogo the clown has a big smile Hes well reknowned over Chicago town Familiar face to people he knew He'll give you a job and chloroform you hell yeah
Dont fuck with my heart Its hardly been used Dont want it all chewed up Or battered and bruised Dont waste it away Because i only have one Down want
Suculent, Watermelon fresh Leave to fester, Create a karesh Toungue tied with voices from above And continentals call this love Pirahna bites, White
Everyone is busy Everyone is looking out for number one A selfish song I am quite strategic I am gonna give it my best shot Its all ive got But there
Fuck time, Ive broken my own heart 60 seconds talking never tore no-one apart Im sorry i only spoke few words But seeing you again made me fly high
Lovehearts exchanging with tongues passing movement Making the single ones eke Searching the streets for cupids spare arrow Because my future looks
Waiting-Waiting for my mind to cool down Waiting-Waiting for my heart to beat now I dont want to give you all my love Just for you to share it around
Do me a favour and show me love Why we need it and where it belongs How it affects us, Makes push into shove And make me really understand love Put
Im stood still Faces of shadows stare I waste away all alone Its unfair...as is life Im stood here Waiting for happiness Waiting and reservating
Sometimes in our lives we all have pain We all have sorrow But if we are wise We know that there's always tomorrow Lean on me, when you're not strong
Even my pieces put your nice V's dress precisely Hoping soon will be the wifey, it's working well Process words up in the pro's you sell, a urban hell
girls say i look good but im better in person my waves are success yes i call it swag surfing my business so corporate but my style so urban never rock
[Ben J:] I walked in the function with dark black shades on, ice cream jacket and my hat says amazin I'm a cool cat but I'm a bout my money I an urban
chaka cha-ta tatat Slugs flyin' [Incomprehensible] Yo, ya Check, the code echoes from magazines to the big screen Fo' wheel machines like ya wits scream, kids fiend From the urban to sub-urban
fuck the dumb shit need a nigger who knows what he's doing because I ain't trying to teach no nigger (Second lady) I like a nigger rocking some Tims
's sailing through the crowd In her ears the phones are tight And the music's playing loud She gets rock 'n' roll and rock 'n' roll station And a rock