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Gasoline Heart Move Along

're open They all lead back to me Move along, don't say a word Keep your hands to yourself, pretty girl No need to argue or disagree But when your heart

bar drinks, yo, that don't satisfy me Dosing up my dharma with a, a drop of gasoline I ain't down with Mr. McKenna, tantric mantra talkin' don't move

them like a kid controls fire with gasoline in hell for telling lies The space between us is wide but not as wide as my smile Please make the first move

make me happy Huh,but a real nigga keep it nappy, Yeah so I connect With E-A-Ski for bomb songs, when they hear the record they wanna sing along, my

to you And you about to pull out the gat and try to blow a nigger's brains out [Too Short:] You see we can't along cause we just don't want to You cross