you on the radioHUUUH I just don't know What made you forget that I was raw? But now I got a new tour I'm goin insane, startin the hurricane, releasin
, you know the reason.. .. he's cool! {*dj scratches*} I got a white gold crown, white gold ropes Sleep on white sheets, ski on white slopes Supreme to be exact you know I'm cooler than most When God
sally tells long for love, it started in new amsterdam, she's gone, gone through change, gone through planes and magazines, and that is all, the church
me be misunderstood Misunderstood ain't gotta be explained But you don't understand me, so let me explain Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow Please slow down hurricane
Craimer I believe in God but my true religion Is stuffin? big faces down in these True Religions We everywhere, you ain?t neva there New Coupes, shoes
band on the Titanic Singing nearer my God to thee And the iceberg's on the starboard bow Won't you dance with me Yes I read it in the New York Times
room It's like the tapestries of life Get tangled in the loom I'm like a butterfly Caught in a hurricane My pulse is quickenin' As my heart plays a new
from the upper hall She sees the bartender in a pool of blood Cries out, "My God, they killed them all" Here comes the story of the hurricane The man
come find me soon Storm all around us, blacken the icy sea Save my soul if my good angel's there waiting for me Hurricane rising, thank the god I know
theres a hurricane off the coast of carolina tonight We got a new world full of strangers spoilin for a fight Cause theres gonna be poverty, drugs, guns
the lil plane 'til they can't claim no fame I got, the range, better, stay in the slow lane I make the flow change from hurricanes to a slow rain Your
shit in my reach Incompliant, you have now witnessed the breach I feel like life is all written, understand my math Got on my knees told God I had a
upon each slumber A hundred thousand freaks on parade for the village hunter My every when acted upon has gone loopy But I play a game called lets prepare barnacle city for the end or new
, pump that fucker good Some woman down on Main Street needs a jump Get your fingers outta your ass and pump some faggot's gas And think about how bad New
rough conditions like a Cessna in a hurricane I get my best nuts standing on virgin stages Feeling timeless and ageless Seen those like embryos in our invasion It's universal, God
What if I call for a waterfall some light rain And some other owner calls for a massive hurricane We'd have to be responsible users and respect the rules of God
go! Move like a hurricane. {Riffs, Dave and Rod trading licks} Woo! Go driver go! We're gone Woo! Yea, we're goin' to New Orleans We're goin' to New