Dance till Your dead

You gon', You gon', die, die– (Out of the way kids!) They be actin' for a fuckin' bitch (ay, ay, ay) I'm 'bout to shoot this bitch Bitch, I smoked crack, now I count fucking racks The smack, lickin up powder bags Back on my bullshit, white bands, scoof it Three in the back, and that's not including your bitch tushy Mutt hit the blunt like a bump $lick in the cut with the cut, no, we never gave a fuck In my counts, suck it up, bitch I'm fucked Lead in the brain, I got tar in the lungs Dreads full of stank, til' my car fuckin' Nothing to gain, I got nothing but bad fucking luck Lean the seat back as I'm swerving, I crash Yeah, this blunt mixed with glass, as my dreams turn to black I'm ash Put 'em in the back, no strap in the backpack Just a bunch of trash Told Zac, "If we ever fell off with G9 or FTP Let's just be terrorists" Well punk boy let me see Bitch, you gon' die, hoe Bitch, you gon' die, hoe They be actin' for a fuckin' bitch I'm 'bout to shoot this bitch Bitch, you gon' die, hoe Bitch, you gon' die, hoe They be actin' for a fuckin' bitch I'm 'bout to shoot this bitch This for any pussy boy wanna act up (ac' up) Fight self-doubt with no guts (no guts) Voice in my head say, "Ya ain't kill yourself!" So, so, so I wrote a note Hot boy, Torkoal Told homie make a circle Fuck you and the runners These Xanax anxiety on panic Fuck, fuck, fuck! I got to go! I got a sixty pack waitin' at home Feel like a zombie; I'm all alone Everyone clones, please tell your bitch to stop hitting my phone Let's get it, get that hoe Motherfucking gang (gang!) I don't damn care, aye So am I right? Bitch, you gon' die, hoe Bitch, you gon' die, hoe They be actin' for a fuckin' bitch I'm 'bout to shoot this bitch Bitch, you gon' die, hoe Bitch, you gon' die, hoe They be actin' for a fuckin' bitch I'm 'bout to shoot this bitch END

You finally have destroyed all the good in me Face to face, there's nothing left inside of me (Face to face) A soulless shell, I'm so incomplete (A soulless shell, I'm incomplete) This is the last time you will ever (You will ever) You will never lie to my face I have no love inside my heart Only a knife deep in my back This shell that I've become is all that's left of me Thanks to you, you have ignored our history (Thanks to you) You left us cold and hungry, surviving week to week (You left us) This is the last time you will ever (You will ever) You will never lie to my face To destroy you would be no great loss To destroy you would be no great loss I have no love inside my heart Only a knife deep in my back I have no love inside my heart (No great loss, no great loss) Only a knife (No great loss, no great loss)

You said you love me And then you left You broke every promise, oh yes you did You win every bet You never miss your water Till your well runs dry Tell me, tell me, whatcha gonna do when your well runs dry? Whatcha gonna do when your well runs dry? Whatcha gonna do when your well runs dry? I'd like to know, whatcha gonna do when your well runs dry? Listen to me, darling You cheat and you lie Now you come a running Running, wanting second try You never miss your water Till your well runs dry Tell me, tell me, whatcha gonna do when your well runs dry? Whatcha gonna do when your well runs dry? Whatcha gonna do when your well runs dry? I'd like to know, whatcha gonna do when your well runs dry? Sat down and sighed And I heard you packing I watched you pass by me But you said nothing, not one single word But I know you're gonna miss me And you're gonna be blue But tell me, tell me, whatcha gonna do when you're feeling blue, Lord? Whatcha gonna do, woman, when you're feeling blue? Whatcha gonna do when you're feeling so blue? I'd like to know, whatcha gonna do when you're feeling blue? Tell me, tell me, whatcha gonna do when you're feeling blue? Whatcha gonna do when you're feeling blue? Whatcha gonna do when you're feeling so blue? I'd like to know, whatcha gonna do when you're feeling blue? Whatcha gonna do when your well runs dry, woman? Whatcha gonna do when your well runs dry? Whatcha gonna do when your well runs dry? Whatcha gonna do? I'd like to know, whatcha gonna do I'd like to know, whatcha gonna do I'd want to know, whatcha gonna do Whatcha gonna do Whatcha gonna do Whatcha gonna do

You said you love me And then you left You broke every promise, oh yes you did You win every bet You never miss your water Till your well runs dry Tell me, tell me, whatcha gonna do when your well runs dry? Whatcha gonna do when your well runs dry? Whatcha gonna do when your well runs dry? I'd like to know, whatcha gonna do when your well runs dry? Listen to me, darling You cheat and you lie Now you come a running Running, wanting second try You never miss your water Till your well runs dry Tell me, tell me, whatcha gonna do when your well runs dry? Whatcha gonna do when your well runs dry? Whatcha gonna do when your well runs dry? I'd like to know, whatcha gonna do when your well runs dry? Sat down and sighed And I heard you packing I watched you pass by me But you said nothing, not one single word But I know you're gonna miss me And you're gonna be blue But tell me, tell me, whatcha gonna do when you're feeling blue, Lord? Whatcha gonna do, woman, when you're feeling blue? Whatcha gonna do when you're feeling so blue? I'd like to know, whatcha gonna do when you're feeling blue? Tell me, tell me, whatcha gonna do when you're feeling blue? Whatcha gonna do when you're feeling blue? Whatcha gonna do when you're feeling so blue? I'd like to know, whatcha gonna do when you're feeling blue? Whatcha gonna do when your well runs dry, woman? Whatcha gonna do when your well runs dry? Whatcha gonna do when your well runs dry? Whatcha gonna do? I'd like to know, whatcha gonna do I'd like to know, whatcha gonna do I'd want to know, whatcha gonna do Whatcha gonna do Whatcha gonna do Whatcha gonna do ...

Gonna hop in the hack then turn on the key, Pop in the clutch, let the wheels roll free, Not a cloud in the sky, such a sunny day, Push in the button, let the top ten play. Come on honey, let me sing 'em away, Come on honey, let me sing 'em away, Oh, honey, let me sing your blues away. Give me a little of that old time love, Cause I ain't never had near enough. Honey, walk that walk with style and grace, This ain't no knock-down drag-out race. It don't matter much, pick any gear, Brind you a pound and drop the rear. Baby, baby what can I say, I'm here to drive those blues away. I sent a letter to a man I know, Said, "One for the money and two for the show." I wait all summer for his reply Said, "Three to get ready and four to fly." Only two things in the world I love, That's rock 'n' roll and my turtle dove. When I was a young man I needed good luck, But I'm a little bit older now and I know my stuff. Come on honey, let me sing 'em away, Come on honey, let me sing 'em away, Oh, honey, let me sing your blues away.