III. I Get Up, I Get Down Anderson/Howe In her white lace You can clearly see the lady sadly looking. Saying that she'd take the blame For the crucifixion
got nowhere to go? Searched the seas of gold How come it's got so cold? How can I be lost? In remembrance I relive And how can I blame you When it's
You kissed my lips in a bad, bad dream Showed me things aren't what they appear to be Called me angel and set me free You gave me life in the cold, cold
in a basement, called them amateurs. The hostages were tremblin' when they heard a man exclaim, "Let's blow this place to kingdom come, let Con Edison take the blame
did you do it just for the glory? Like a stranger you turned your back Left your keys and gone to pack Bear in mind who's to blame an' all the shame
To have and not to hold So hot, yet so cold My heart is in your hand And yet you never stand Close enough for me to have my way To love but not to keep
shake But honey, I don't blame you Hell, I still love you, New York Hell, I still love you, New York New York I remember Christmas in the blistering cold
, we was like brothers then Though you was nothin' other than a son of my mother's friend We had governin', who would of thought the love would end Like ice cold
If you promise not to sing about the reasons why I am writing you a letter, getting better Can I see you when All the lights go out together, blame the weather? Yeah, the cold
ride on Forgive them Lord, for they not know That what they do, people blame it on you Can't understand why dem so mad Dem heart get cold, empty with
you like an animal I wanna feel you from the inside I wanna, you like an animal My whole existence is flawed You get me closer to God Hey, hey, hey You bang bang bang bang bang Blame blame blame
manners are a cryin' shame You're playin' with your food, this ain't some kind of game Now, if you starve to death, you'll just have yourself to blame
I grind, knock, knock, kickin' down doors, kill a nigga, sleep, give it up when you die. And I know that shit was wrong, but don't blame me, blame
harmony) Gather souls get up, get up and let us move on, move on Maybe some could follow if their hearts were not so cold, so cold Come and picture for
see me, you be duckin? up and down Super Lex, cop a thing, thing Guzzle it down with two bottle of Ginseng Fuck ya brains out whole when Al Green sings When your out cold
about the heroin Sold us alcohol and the guns that we carry 'round Can't blame us for everything goin' wrong in the States I don't blame a nigga for
'Cause the streets got love for me Took a chance when I came in Did my time if I got caught If I lost, it was my fault Took the blame for the whole
colder Beats like food after I pray over Turn the prey over Got great molars Time to wake the world up Call me Trey Folgers! Trey told ya Take over So cold