Lyrics:
Tocatas

I reach out across eternity In your arms I feel the ecstasy A little kiss you come alive in me A love like this was meant to be I'm on top of the world

There's an old man on a city bus holding a candy cane And it isn't even Christmas He sees a note in the obituary That his last friend has died There'

Yeah! Yea yeah! Whoa, ohh Nuh-nuh nuh Shawty Nuh-nuh nuh Shawty Nuh-nuh nuh Shawty Don't chop me, Shawty don't screw me Shawty don't chop me, Shawty

Yeah! Yea yeah! Whoa, ohh Nuh-nuh nuh Shawty Nuh-nuh nuh Shawty Nuh-nuh nuh Shawty Don't chop me, Shawty don't screw me Shawty don't chop me, Shawty

{talking} I'm sick of it Me to Stop playin' This here is for the Tan shade man with the braid's Stop playin' with me I'm sick of it Fake punk wanna be

Was it destiny? I don't know yet Was it just by chance? Could this be kismet? Something in my consciousness told me you'd appear Now I'm always touched

If you want to be brave And reach for the top of the sky And the farthest point on the horizon Do you know who you'll meet there Great soldiers and seafarers

Early hours, open road, family of five On their way home having enjoyed a day in the sun Their encounter with gore has just begun A homicidal fool not

Game must be focused upon, game If you ain't got game you ain't got nathin' (What you say) If you ain't got game you ain't got nathin', game (Then spit