| Lyrics: | I got horrors in my luney tunes
I got dreams and you do, too
I got ten wheel drive, pick you
up into your ears
I got retake carbine and in my eyelids gear
I got no one to love and
no one to fear
You better walk it, and talk it less you loose that beat
You better
loose yourself, mama
And rock yourself right off of your feet
If you're moving too
fast, don't you want it to last
You better walk it, talk it
You better walk it as you talk
less you loose that beat
I got dimes in my shoes, real nice
I got bells that are laid
on ice
I got dreams, let me mix it with a little gin
I got cruel when I told you woman,
I'm hard
But me is the one thing baby, you ain't got
You better walk it, and talk it
less you loose that beat
You better loose yourself, mama
And rock yourself right off of your
feet
Yeah, if you're moving too fast, don't you want it to last
You better walk it,
talk it
You better walk it as you talk less you loose that beat
You better walk it, and
talk it less you loose that beat
You better loose yourself, mama
And rock yourself right off
of your feet
Yeah, if you're moving too fast, now don't you want it to last
You better
walk it, talk it
You better walk it as you talk less you loose that beat
Ah - ha - ha |
