Whatever Happened To | Streets Favorite | English Song

1 2 3 4 You want a part of me You want the whole thing You want to feel something more than I could ever bring You want it badly You want it tangled I want to feel something more than I was strangled I fell in love with the sweet sensation I gave my heart to a simple chord I gave my soul to a new religion Whatever happened to you? Whatever happened to our rock'n'roll? Whatever happened to my rock'n'roll? She wants it hallow She wants it tainted She wants to feel something more than she was naked You want to hide away You're scared to touch it I want to feel something more than I care to take I fell in love with the sweet sensation I gave my heart to a simple chord I gave my soul to a new religion Whatever happened to you? Whatever happened to our rock'n'roll? Whatever happened to my rock'n'roll? She wants your image She wants your kiss She wants to get inside your head and tell it like it is You want it badly You want it so completely I want to feel something more 'cause I can't fuckin' breathe I fell in love with the sweet sensation I gave my heart to a simple chord I gave my soul to a new religion Whatever happened to you? Whatever happened to our rock'n'roll? Whatever happened to my rock'n'roll?

Everybody knows when you go to the show you can't take the kids along You've gotta read the paper and know the code of GPG and R and X And you gotta know what the movie's about before you even go Tex Ritter's gone and Disney's dead and the screen is filled with sex Whatever happened to Randolph Scott ridin' the train alone Whatever happened to Gene and Tex and Roy and Rex the Durango Kid Oh whatever happened to Randolph Scott his horse plain as could be Whatever happened to Randolph Scott has happened to the best of me (Guitar) Everybody's tryin' to make a comment about our doubts and fears True Grit's the only movie I've really understood in years You gotta take your analyst along to see if it's fit to see Whatever happened to Randolph Scott has happened to the industry Whatever happened to Johnny Mack Brown and Alan Rocky Lane Whatever happened to Lash LaRue I'd love to see them again Whatever happened to Smiley Burnette Tim Holt and Gene Autry Whatever happened to all of these has happened to the best of me Whatever happened to Randolph Scott has happened to the industry

Whatever happened to the bookstore Why did they ever shut the door People don't want to read anymore Or was it that way before Now I only check the headline As if there was a deadline To know the least of anything I need to quiet down and think Whatever happened to the bookstore Is this the new way to be I'm always looking at my TV phone And I forgot how to see Now I cannot shoot the messenger Because the message isn't real It's just a picture on my TV phone I'll never know how it feels You've got to Lift your head up lift your head up lift your head up lift your head up now You've got to Lift your head up lift your head up lift your head up lift your head up now You think you're social when you're all alone Whatever happened to humanity Type the missive to your TV phone Is it society or batteries You've got to Lift your head up lift your head up lift your head up lift your head up now You've got to Lift your head up lift your head up lift your head up lift your head up now Whatever happened to my singing soul How did we ever lose the poetry I'm gonna blow up all the TV phones And you can find me at the library

We live in the modern age Where love is fast like a turning page In a magazine, we've hardly seen The friends we used to know They disappear, they come and go Like the times we've had It's kind of sad Whatever happened to old fashioned love? The kind that would see you through The kind of love my momma and daddy knew Yeah, whatever happened to old fashioned love? The kind that would last through the years Through the trials (through the trials) Through the smiles (through the smiles) Through the tears (through the tears) Today is all we've planned We say tomorrow we'll understand If it all should end We're alone again Oh, whatever happened to old fashioned love The kind that would see you through The kind of love my momma and daddy knew Yeah, whatever happened to old fashioned love The kind that would last through the years Through the trials (through the trials) Through the smiles (through the smiles) Through the tears (through the ters) For now the tenderness Has been replaced With something less And it's hard to find What we left behind Whatever happened to old fashioned love The kind that would see you through The kind of love my momma and daddy knew Yeah, whatever happened to old fashioned love The kind that would last through the years Through the trials (through the trials) Through the smiles (through the smiles) Through the tears (through the tears)

Yeah... some Firm shit, you know I mean? For all the niggas, in New York all across the motherfuckin' world (world), ain't nuttin' Changed yet (ain't nuttin' changed yet) shit's still real (Shit's still real)... Yo (Yo) Yo major large niggas get they grind on cash, while the crab thinkin' Niggas keep they mind on ass I guess most motherfuckers ain't designed to last Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past? Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past? Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past? AZ: {One} You know the routine, fast cars, rings get a crew seen We true fiends, old school style that's how we do things Born & destined, hands on many investments Strong, reflect this 'til I'm drawn back to the essence Street wise, 36 waist, small feet size The C.I.'s quick to slide off, once the heat rise Detour, poverty zone, police war Going through each dawn, searchin' new ways for me to eat more Fast learner, quiet storm, play the back burner Bureaucrats, I react like Nat Turner Hold weight, used to rock kicks wit no lace Fuck a soul mate, low heart pace, pulse at a slow rate Runnin' rapid, while others play as if they captive Brain's inactive, bein' subjected to this crab shit To each his own, fuck the foulness, need a week alone We can zone, all day long, on the speaker phone 600, nine five North, stay blunted, stress I came from it Sex got drained from it The new breed star gazin', raisin' two seeds To be free, the franchise is all a whole crew need... indeed Partial {starts after need} Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past? Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past? RZA: {Two} Whips & full clips & pussy lips Rubber grips attached to hips Past the journey to the crib, the purest sickness cura Holy Koran, sirah, leaves man to understand, I stand up as rough briva Heart is bleedin', stress got my hair line receedin' God look we feedin', leadin' my seeds, back to Eden And stay suspicious of promiscuous bitches Who don't wash & do dish & to big for your britches Lustin' riches, fuckin' the next man mistress You wonder why your pussy itches, fat ass sample wit out the glitches Shatter your mental, split your bean up like a lentel Disfigure your face, you recognizin' by the dental Hot lead from raw heat, left in store meat Lay it out on Broadstreet, before he Left all he heard was the echo from the shot Cops autopsy revealed, he was stopped by the Glock Devils lettin' off SCUDS, thugs trapped up in HUD houses New York, been infested by Bloods, lustin' for colors of red More black lies done shed through Yet the blood travelin' through veins remain blue Boned out until we zone out, no doubt Chickenheads beg for the 9 inch Applehead Their legs open like fallopian, lubricated by petroleum Nine months later comes the ovary explosion Bitch you stupid? A hundred dollars you couldn't recoup it When I reign the truth on your brain you muted Rula Zig-Zag, Zig Allah, plus Allah Zig, Zag-Zig We addin' more knowledge to your wig AZ (RZA) {sometimes overlapping each other} (Word up, word up) Yeah (Wu-Tang, Firm up in this piece know what I Mean?) Holdin' it down stamp of approval, you know? (Get ya brain Washed, you know what I'm sayin'? Get ya muscle tendered & straight) No doubt, no doubt (Word up, the black God exists in the physical form, you know?) The Firm baby, holdin' this, A to the Z, I know what time it is (Aight) Armageddon