Indulgence - Big L Riz

See them walking hand in hand Across the bridge at midnight Heads turning as the lights Flashing out are so bright She walks right out to the four-line track There's a camera rolling on her back, on her back And I sense a rhythm humming in a frenzy All the way down her spine, spine, spine, spine, spine Girls on film, girls on film, girls on film Girls on film, girls on film, girls on film Lipstick cherry all over the lens As she's crawling And loads of sharp blue water Coming in where she lies The diving man's coming up for air 'Cause the crowd all love pulling Dolly by the hair, by her hair And she wonders how she ever got here As she goes under again, 'gain, 'gain, 'gain, 'gain Girls on film, girls on film, girls on film (two minutes later) Girls on film, girls on film, girls on film Voices in your body come through on the radio Wider, baby, smile And you've just made a million Fuses pumping That shit coming out on a wire Take one last glance into the night I'm touching close, I'm holding bright, holding tight Give me shudders in a whisper Take me out like a shooting a star, star, star, star, star Girls on film, girls on film, girls on film (two minutes later) Girls on film, girls on film, girls on film (see you together) Girls on film, girls on film, girls on film (see you later) Girls on film, girls on film, girls on film

Goodbye 1989, I wanna be the one in control Rock my white shoes, polo tie The next big thing for five years running It's not your turn It's not your turn yet (Woo) Back off, you little shits Gnawing at my bits I see they breed you by the boatload Back off, you little whores Get 'em on all fours And let me beat you to the fucking punch bowl My body's not even cold! My act is just getting old! Goodbye 1989, I wanna be the one in control Rock my white shoes, polo tie The next big thing for five years running It's not your turn It's not your turn yet (Woo) Back off, you little shits Gnawing at my fists I see they breed you by the boatload Back off, you little whores Get 'em on all fours And let me beat you to the fucking punch bowl My body's not even cold! My act is just getting old! Oh, oh, oh (Woo!) Some babies wanna get down like this We hate what we like Oh, oh, oh (Woo!) Some babies wanna get down like this We hate what we like Back off, you little shits Gnawing at my bits I see they breed you by the boatload Back off, you little whores Get 'em on all fours And let me beat you to the fucking punch bowl My body's not even cold! My act is just getting old!

(Ugh!) Yeah Yeah Tell me what you want me to be What you want me to be What you want me to be (Ooh) I am tight (Yeah) Fuckin' right (Uh) Tell me what you want me to be What you want me to be What you want me to be (Ooh) I could be the one turned on All you niggas in the back Come and jack me off Yes, so, I could be the one that you want That you want I could be the one that you want So what the fuck, you Get down (Ugh) (Yeah, ooh) I am tight (Yeah) Fuckin' right (Ugh) Tell me what you want me to be What you want me to be What you want me to be (Ooh) Now, I could be the one in time I'm the one who isn't really there I am the light Dischord and rhyme I am the one who isn't anywhere I am tight (Yeah) Fuckin' right (Ugh) Tell me what you want me to be What you want me to be What you want me to be (Ooh) I could be the one turned on All you niggas in the back Come and jack me off Yes, so, I could be the one that you want That you want I could be the one that you want So what the fuck, you Get down Get down