know why I feel so tongue-tied I sat in the cupboard And wrote it down in neat They were cheering and waving, cheering and waving Twitching and salivating like with
little step Every new direction Closer you would get The farther away You go from where we went I'll try to keep with you Hold you like a star Found
help me not to be frightened? Looking at the skies, I seem to see a million eyes Which ones are yours? Where are you now that yesterday Has waved goodbye
sun But I go And keep getting closer to that light I think I might... CHORUS 2. Raindance © Vigoda/Gruber 1993 Whatcha do whatcha do with the fire Whatcha do whatcha do with
me in da streets I spit so heat Aint nobody in da game messing with my click Style swift hot like itz july 10th Fly chick in my whip with nice tits her
Brothers, Barnum & Bailey with the pies No matter how you slice it, I'm your mother****in' guy And just like a B-Boy with 360 waves Do the same with
the fairy to my world Be my very won constellation A teenage bride with a baby inside Getting high on information And buy me a star on the boulevard
Chorus 1 I wake up early in the morning, Hop up in them throne and Wave to them haters like, what's up? (Say, What's up?) See, you might have to yell
'92 Fat Pat n Lil Kee Kee, Phunky Hawk and the rest of the crew So who?s next with the plex, I'm flipping slab and waving hood With screens hanging down
Inside my head your voice is still resounding but what can I do? The empty rooms feel cold when I am so used to being with you Count the stars, watch the waves
when you parachute over the harbor I can see you above with the ocean around me If I could only stay overhead in the airway You sail through endless sky With
tunnels all around me Running into the dark underground All the subways around create a great sound To my motion fatigue, farewell with your ear to a seashell You can hear the waves
found They didn't know that his faith was earthly bound Brown, oh, Billy Brown Don't let the stars get you down Don't let the waves let you drown Brown
There's a boy with his head pressed up to the window Of a bus headed out of town His breath on the glass, he draws with his finger Map of the roads they
I'm addicted to With each scar there's a map That tells a story, what a souvenir of Young love's like jumping out an airplane Riding a tidal wave on
me not be frightened? Looking at the skies I seem to see a million eyes Which ones are yours? Where are you now that yesterday Has waved goodbye And
ve loved you with all my might For freedom said, "I'm her son whatever comes (Whatever comes) And for freedom I'll say goodbye" And somewhere beneath the stars
fire has burned When the wind stops it's ceaseless blowin' And the last wave has come into shore When the sun has called it a day And the stars have