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We Shot The Moon In Good Time

There's a song we claim to know. It goes Love can change your minds Only if we give it time. I'll be tryin' She'll be callin' In good time.

another shot. Now my best friend, my drummer, won't even tell what it was that I dropped Now sweet melinda, the peasants call her the goddess of gloom. She speaks good

, don't walk away We made love on the living room floor With the noise in background of a televised war And in the deafening pleasure I thought I heard someone say ?If we

's a joke, we're just taking a piss And the whole world must watch the sad comic display If you're still free, start running away 'Cuz we're coming for ya We

murk in the interim I couple time we got jerked but still invented them Wicked little kinky joints that got us ghetto weight And also kept the jazz alive by pullin' off the plates Maybe only we

black ghost and call that shit SP Glow outta this world, I'm coming for my Moon man You niggas slide back like that walkin' on the moon dance No glitter

body found Bound to the streets where we drown if we sleep We make heat instead of peace Struggle to heat, and breathe On Shiek metal swords before we

no type of slack 'Cause if they do, they ass is always runnin' back Not this time, but next time I'ma name names LL, shittin' from on top of the game, I shot

neck And has to talk like this, "I love you" She can drink through it, ya get used to it It whistle every time we kiss My kind of bitch gots one good