Spillways (feat. Joe Elliott) - Ghost

I just wanted to tell you I love you I just wanted to tell you again I saw you today on your mountain I just want you to know that I'm there Got a whole other world standing next to me Little angels directing my hands They won't let me choose from the colors I use They want violence and black like Cezanne The raging side is hard to hide I blame it all, this time When I painted Guernica These are dangerous times for thinkin' I'm a stranger in a strange land If you think for yourself, you're a traitor It's like walking on quicksand So I work in the shadows of uncertainty Waiting for that knock at the door When I got a line that says, "Is this your idea?" I say, "No, I thought it was yours" Just a drum off track, I went all the way back The man on top reminded ya When I painted Guernica When I painted Guernica When I painted Guernica Alright Fly away, fly away from the start of end times That's green and white in the meadows Fly away, fly away from your worst nightmare As you disappear in the shadows Fly away, fly away from your broken bones Fly away, fly away from evil These big black screens are snatchin' dreams Fly away, fly away to freedom This picture is a chamber of horrors This picture's a crucifixion It'll hang on the walls of eternity halls It will never be forgotten When my hands veil the truth behind images This picture is trying to explain If this anger smashes into your consciousness Then this picture will not be in vain And the camera smells arrested shells, I created a monster When I painted Guernica When I painted Guernica When I painted Guernica Alright

Hello baby This is a Missy Elliott exclusive (Uh) He just wanna get me hot He just tryna get my twat He wanna taste of my goodies He say it taste like butterscotch Boy you cannot get me locked You tryna get me you get blocked Unless you tryna marry me My ring must be big as a rock I open up my candy shop, my panties drop You see what I got, ya I got the strawberries and berries, them chocolates nice All in the box Know you better stop, 'cause I am the cream of the crop Baby you know what I got I'm top notch I keep rubbin' 'til your body start to tweak, ahh When you push up on it, put that thang on me boy What's popping, baby? Can you put me to sleep, yeah Every time you see me, do me dirty, yeah I'll be back, I talk that, I want that shit bad I can't wait 'til midnight, baby come see me I-I-I-I-I-I-I, oh, I-I-I-I-I-I-I If I am your girl or your chick Don't treat me like I'm just a bitch Boy you don't try to play stick 'Cause Missy not chasin' your d- Boy you don't wanna get hit, you's a trip 'round your boys You be flippin' that script Tell me why you be frontin', you know you so pussy-whipped I am the best that they get, when I kiss on ya lips and I'm throwin' these d- All on your face that you taste on, that's cake when I shake it I might let you lick Licky-lit, like kitty-kit, let you hit it real quick I'm fit like a brick, I'm hot as one can get This shit is so lit I keep rubbin' 'til your body start to tweak, ahh When you push up on it, put that thang on me boy What's popping, baby? Can you put me to sleep, yeah Every time you see me, do me dirty, yeah I'll be back, I talk that, I want that shit bad I can't wait 'til midnight, baby come see me I-I-I-I-I-I-I, oh, I-I-I-I-I-I-I Softly, tell me would you stay baby You know I give you more than she I know just where you wanna be, yeah Hair-do wild, make-up on your favorite pillow, baby Louder than the TV, knockin' boots We rockin' to grindin' music playin' I wish you could see what I see, baby Comin' for you boy, don't you say a thing Baby, why you so thirst? (Thirst) Boy you just a big flirt (Flirt) You know I got a man Know this p- not yours (Yours) You just tryna pop the churrs You get kicked to the curb (Curb) I know want this big old donk But you must wife this chick first I'm lookin' for a romance (Woo) We could hold hands (Woo) Handstand, do a lap dance (Woo) Yeah I want a black man To eat it up like Pac-Man Boy you stop playin' (Woo, yeah) Stop playin' This be the jam Miss don't really give a damn I don't give a damn, I don't give a damn I don't-I don't-I don't give a damn, I don't give a damn (Woo) I don't give a damn, I don't give a damn I don't-I don't-I don't give a damn, I don't give a damn (Woo) Ahh-ahh-ahh, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Oh, with you babe, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah