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Like that funk.
I eat that guitar on this one, babe;
That's not my pick, it's my mouth. I like that.
You alright? You fine? I'm fine,
But I find that there's a very fine line sometimes
Between love, between hurt-
Between life, between dirt,
Well it's about to the point
Where soon there'll be the BIG ALERT
Shoot I don't know about you
But I'm gonna get myself together here.
Know what I mean?
Anger's just a guise for fear.
Let's plant it with the dead; And get ahead.
Stop hurting each other.
Get the real G.- Get GOD, and sail
Cause you'll never, no, never catch up with your tail;
Uhm mmm Shibleoo-bobleoo-bay
There ain't nothin' like family and blood who cares. I like it. I like it.