No Need for Shelter - Naturalis

Get it up! Young heart is hard to hold Its young and time time for war Danger! no freedom from No shelter is easy to come No shelter (have no shelter) Alright Got to keep faith My fingers are crossed Without any question No time to be lost Im on fire! Everyway i turn No shelter! and the truth is gunna burn! There ain't no looking back You put it all behind When you're running out of time Shelter No shelter No shelter Not enough shelter

Ugh... It feels good If it feels good don't even fire again, you know Get up man, real talk in New York for u man Ooh, (Fabolous) Its all eyes on me like mister straw So they wanna f**k you right in the door Chicks coma around and put chest in the chore So i ain't a playa that need a assist to score Any messes with shore The criss on that craw Climb on a couch kick off the Christian Diors I don't pop till a spend my pist on that boy But i do it again if you miss me before Its no big deal I have so a big will And them little cars with so big wheels Put a little box for them all big steels Pretty little chicks and none's big heels to me, i never give o's Most girls are diggers who aint going never hit gold I get under the sun when the weather gets cold 8, 4, 5 when the 7 gets old (Chorrus) Aye, Aye Stop that mamma Can't u see that i'm a east-coast fellah? Aye, aye U most missunderstand i don't spend all that bend night over Aye, Aye Why u looking like before i'm gun U can run No need for conversation No need for conversation (Fabolous) Now see you the type uhh, You gets me hyper Maybe 'cause your chick is like me. But i'm a black cars whiper Thats just tighter And u ain't give a damn like me. They say i'm the sickest since car the droped The girls jumped to a quick demz car is hot Its the truck with the 20" star in stops That have im not blowin If he staying to going The stairs at the ear will be saying he's glowing And they like my style in the way i been trowing But thats when im boddered and they say that im blowing Now you could make the choise if u're staying or going Girl, We could go any place in the world In the jet whole 12 so we space ass hell, girl Nobody in the streetz is gonna hear That you given 40.000 feet in the air. (Chorrus) Aye, Aye Stop that mamma Can't u see that i'm a east-coast fellah? Aye, aye U most missunderstand i don't spend all that bend night over Aye, Aye Why u looking like before i'm gun U can run No need for conversation No need for conversation (Fabolous) Most lanes track allongs Brack some songs But cant keep with up like a bag of done's Keep frontin like you spend But your bag is lighter and lighter then micheals skin But the other hand Im the kind of brother man With 50.000 of ice just the butter hand Bentley, braclend, rock yourself a fan In the zone that the teller time in them other land Girls spred them legs ain't day im pragnum Its the most to got, neon magnum In the 22" with some brother who's schine Thats why everbody want a mother like mine A bralley be, with a walleys be That aint bigger dude's thats smove since balleys be Girl you need to make your move The eagles i f**ked by the lakers crew Haha (Chorrus) Aye, Aye Stop that mamma Can't u see that i'm a east-coast fellah? Aye, aye U most missunderstand i don't spend all that bend night over Aye, Aye Why u looking like before i'm gun U can run No need for conversation No need for conversation (Chorrus) Aye, Aye Stop that mamma Can't u see that i'm a east-coast fellah? Aye, aye U most missunderstand i don't spend all that bend night over Aye, Aye Why u looking like before i'm gun U can run No need for conversation No need for conversation

I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper Into this thing The deeper I go The more knowledge I know What to sing What to bring What? I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper, deeper, deeper Into the vibe What? High Chillin' in the corner at the Shelter all by myself Checkin' it out I'm not dancin' no more but Why? Why? Why? What? How on Earth are you supposed to vibe around the fake ones? Around the ones that say They know what is what but they don't know what is what They just strut What the fuck? What? I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper Into this thing And I pretend that they're not there I just stare Up in the booth at the Dreadman spinnin' the song Spinnin' it strong Playing things like "when can our House begin?" That's my shit What? Whoooooo! I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper, I get deeper When people start to disappear And it's about six o'clock Whoo I'm feelin' hot Take off my sweater and my pants And I start to dance And all the sweat just goes down my face And I pretend that there's nobody there but me in this place I get deep yo I get deep, what? Whoo! I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deep When he takes all the bass out the song And all you hear is highs and it's like "Oh, shit!" Ahh I get deep I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deep When the rhythm flows through my blood like alcohol And I get drunk and I'm fallin' all over the place But I catch myself Right on time Right on line With the beat And it's so sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet I get deep I get deep I get deep Why, if house music was air Then Doctor Love would be my song And I would only take deep breaths And fill my lungs with the rhythm, with the bass I get deep I get deep Now it's about three a.m, I see people goin' pliés Spinnin', jumpin' and grindin' As if they had wings on their feet Raising both hands in the air as if Jesus was a DJ himself Spinnin' those funky, funky, funky house beats And in this temple we all pray in unity for the same things Rhythmatic pause without cause Bass from those high definition speakers Sitting in the corner on each side of the room Givin' us the boom-boom-boom To our zoom-zoom-zoom The smell of the L lit while walking by But the music gets me high Sanctified like and old lady in church We get happy We stomp our feet We clap our hands We shout We cry We dance And we say "Sweet Lord, speak to me Speak to me, speak to me, speak to me" Because we love House music And on this night it brings us together Like a family reunion every week We eat We drink We laugh We play We stink So for all you hip-hoppers You doo-woppers Name-droppers You pill-poppers Come into our house To get deep What? To get deep These guys just keep it rollin' You gotta just keep it rollin' (X19) Sunday, Monday morning (backwards) Under the big bright yellow sun (x40)

At the end of my days when I'm called to go Into the open arms of the Holy Ghost To have lived such a life as I have known Fortune follows me, but I'm brave no more For my great mistakes I will surely pay I'm running low and the devil is on my trail When fate delivers me all I'll ask it for Is a place to rest and shelter for my soul Oh if I could spend my days Free from the prison of your gates Then I could die a happy man Oh if I could spend my days Free from the shadow of my name Then I could die happy man When I am released from this mortal load I'll take my leave but I don't wanna go When fate delivers me all I'll ask it for A place to rest and shelter for my soul