new fight You can fight it's alright You're the life of the party You make my world spin around The first time is the next time This time is the last time And
Translation: BLOC PARTY.. Storm And Stress.
the storm Oh lord, and gal I got the right tactics to turn you on, and girl I Wanna be the Papa, you can be the Mom, oh oh! Bumper exposed and gal you
cash for that rainy day Those days to come, my storm awaits I save for now, for babenapes For cars and wheels, for grills and chains For cows and bulls, for screens and
it, gon' take some time to getting used to And satan I know that your listening but I rebuke you And refuse to let you capture me and kill my will Just
't let the stress get the best of me Trying to focus on the road that's ahead of me Till my brain gets clouded by the memory My memory, hey yeah Stressing me, stressing
't wanna leave like this (I luv u ) [HOOK] [Z-Ro] It'll be nice to have Emo and Jody and LL back My nigga Best and his big brotha Roy Love Dem people
like this [Chorus One] + [Chorus Two] [Z-Ro] It'll be nice to have Emo and Jody and LL back My nigga Best and his big brother E. Roy Love Dem people
Never knowing who was mine. Now I hear your heart is broken. [Project Wyze] Erica please. [Chorus] [Project Wyze] To Erica, snakes smell fear, And
's too real, now see shit too clear See there's more than just this scrilla and this tilt, what else is it dawg? The velvet and the silk, and makin' sure
the storm Weepin' man fall, for the night seem long But if you stand strong, joy come within the morn' And it goes, on and on and on and on and on and
really know how it feels to be stressed out, stressed out When you?re face to face with your adversity I really know how it feels to be stressed out, stressed
in shame, they monkey wrenched the whole game A stress day, police watch the twelve "K" While I smoked shorty sipped chardonnay I lay, lay back, cognac And
Make fun of the size of my forehead But that shit never bothered me, Mama and Mother They had a lot of property They had a science lab in the basement And
streets and the courts There's stress and strain tryin' to maintain When you're poor workin' odd jobs for small change You either rap, rob, girls slob knobs And
