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3 Steps Ahead Other

Ah, Jesus! I wish you could see this... The light's coming up I've never seen a painting that captures the beauty of the ocean at a moment like this

Like a cowboy at a rodeo From mister mister dosie doe Around the dance floor Steppin the new hardcore I'm Jazz Fresh and I'm trapped [Chorus] [Verse 4] Max up to step

A way to CROSS THE LINE No possibility Originality Don't be left behind Go ahead and CROSS THE LINE (Verse 3) For the souls of those who don't know Step

do not tell you how to do YOUR job, do I? Now where was I? Oh, yes. Number 3, anybody have the number 3?! .... How about the number 4? ... I'll wait

day Didntt have to wait till I was lonely old and gray I simply put my foot forward in a direction That's called a step then I follow with the next one Kept on 3

yellow in my teeth you dudes slow i dont ever see youll caching up with me you way below the sea level me im stepping on the beach no beach im ahead

' through With a man that beats on you, tryna tell you what to do Everytime you try to figure out or come up with a way out, he's two steps ahead of

face the niggas from South Central Oakland, Brooklyn and Harlem And we ain't shootin' at each other, that's a motherfuckin' brother So save two, run for cover And other

it when we pop the cops That's when they gettin' petrol You better watch your step or you'll be left on deathrow But I learned to look ahead of me Stay