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Tricky
Tricky


Background information
Birth name Adrian Nicholas Matthews Thaws
Born January 27, 1968
Origin Knowle West, Bristol, England
Genre(s) Trip Hop
Alternative
Years active 1985—present
Label(s) Island Records
Domino Records
Associated acts The Wild Bunch
Massive Attack



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Tricky Album


Juxtapose (08/16/1999)
08/16/1999
1.
2.
3.
Contradictive (feat. Bob Khaleel & DJ Muggs)
4.
She Said (feat. Inner Circle)
5.
I Like The Girls (feat. Mad Dog)
6.
Hot Like A Sauna (feat. Kioka & Mad Dog)
7.
Call Me (feat. D'NA)
8.
Wash My Soul (feat. Reggie Stewart)
9.
Hot Like A Sauna (Metal Mix) (feat. Kioka & Mad Dog)
10.
. . .



Yeah
You watch too many films
Too many films for real
Some contracts you take too seriously-
Your record deal
A record deal pays bills
Feeds the family
Your profile is too big
How you gonna be a crime family

Too many films are for real
You want to see any films
Films are for real

Don't get me wrong
I know you got guns
And you're not scared to use 'em
But is there money bein' made 'round these guns
Or lives to be losin'

You watch too many films
LyricsFilms for real
You watch too many films
Too many films for real

Some of these people have to life their life
For real
I don't have to
I got a record deal
For real
You heard
I chill
I smoke herb

Now how about these sexy singers
Sex cards
Two pack girls in a turn
Your fantastic, you supersperm
yeah, i'm a player hater
i hate when players can't take their turn
And when the record company drops me
That's when I learn

It's not for real
It's just passed the time
It's not real
All I do is rhyme

It's not real
It's just passed the time
All I do, all I do is rhyme

You heard you heard

You go Romeo
Girls say you look tall on the video
And the colored girls sing

Give me money, give me money, give me money, give me
money

And no one sings the blues
Everyone sings the greens
Some will say keep you on the prize
How you lose a dream

Who am I to say I don't need cash
In this hundred yard dash
I moved a while ago
And passed through New York
I'll be back in a minute
It's my turn to talk

For real
You heard
For real
You heard

I can grab a mic and wreck it
Make it copesetic
I train my mic
Restrain my mic

You watch too many movies
For real

You watch too many films
Films are for real

You watch too many films
Too many films are for real

You watch too many films
For real



. . .



Tricky :

To the bom bom diggy
Who is he
Me the tricky
To the bom bom diggy
Who is he
To the bom bom diggy
Who is he
To the bom bom diggy
Who is he

To the bom bom diggy
Who is he
Me the tricky
I said like the willing
I'm known for gangsters killing
And my peace for my peace
My soul controls the beast
get the rest off my chest
keep it far from the rest
Lyricsprogressive best
a wham bam thank you ma'am
who the man with the transnational plan?
gonna smack my Uncle Sam
ever since Joni Mitchell
rappers look like them rich
kill the bombs
kill,kill,kill
kill the Fonz- Henry Winkler
how does he think up?
how does he drink up?
or does he sink up?
with those punk rock eyes
girls don't treat me nice
gonna burn off those wings
with those shiny things

to the bom bom diggy
who is he
me the tricky
to the bom bom diggy
who is he
to the bom bom diggy
who is he
to the bom bom diggy
who is he

to the bom bom diggy
who is he
me the tricky
to the bom bom diggy
who is he
to the bom bom diggy
who is he
to the bom bom diggy
who is he

Mad dog:

although we can't we men creep
we're inseminatin' the east end
we're not teasin'
pretend the gasoline went
in the very ground between them
we 'bout money
why?
to keep firm
when they can't go talk
their God will police them
that's we inside for assault
we live in our world with the helicopter
mind sent around to get a robber
who knows what the hell a cop does
Street Dog,i hate them police
wanna see me and HIV
one 'ho
or one with scrubs
plus wanna do my girls for drugs
frontin' with all the right real come on
don't even say what a lady does
look as to think i'm turnin' out
with a word at last to run 'em out
industry- everything under control
none of 'em know who runnin' the show
with the guns and the 'hos
all of them know
when they come to the door i'm on a roll
nigga with the Jungle Heights could flow
with the 'hos in the role for the video
in a great porn show with the flyest girls
buy and sell with the clientele
before we all fry in Hell
please don't even try it now
well do you suppose my pocket well
nickel, dime- a five bag sale
me and my kind use
i ain't well
things they try then die jail
gonna be fast when the high speeds
are a finished scheme
our hope i don't see riots
this day is a laugh
me a star
ain't tryin' to see no fuckin' police cars
that's the only drawback when i drive
slide on our side for a fast ride
they'll be tryin' to move on my side
got to tell about it before they caught fire

Tricky:

to the bom bom diggy
who is he
me the tricky
to the bom bom diggy
who is he
to the bom bom diggy
who is he
to the bom bom diggy
who is he

to the bom bom diggy
who is he
me the tricky
to the bom bom diggy
who is he
to the bom bom diggy
who is he
to the bom bom diggy
who is he

to the bom bom diggy
who is he
me the tricky
to the bom bom diggy
who is he
to the bom bom diggy
who is he
to the bom bom diggy
who is he

to the bom bom diggy
who is he
me the tricky
to the bom bom diggy
who is he
to the bom bom diggy
who is he
to the bom bom diggy
who is he

to the bom bom diggy
who is he
bom bom diggy
who is he
bom bom diggy
who is he
to the bom bom
bom bom diggy
who is he
to the bom bom
bom bom diggy
who is he
to the bom bom
bom bom diggy
who is he
to the bom bom
to the bom bom diggy
who is he
to the bom bom diggy
who is he
to the bom bom diggy
who is he
to the bom bom diggy
who is he
to the bom bom diggy
who is he
to the bom bom diggy
who is he





. . .



Tricky:

Look who do I have to have and why
A city's child
Real mode- you have to talk about it
An old pro- still we're 'bout it, 'bout it
Don't frown about it
It's best you keep quiet
You could never lead a riot
Money don't make you a leader
A leader usually reads
Go read a book
He shaked then he shook
"I need that crack, I need that crack"
You're swingin' the pipe
Do what you like
Goin' "doom doom"
Reflect on the room
Reflect on your life
Go stab yourself with a knife

LyricsBob Khaleel :

Reflect on your life
Time isn't real
How much time
Can you kill?

Reflect on your life
Time isn't real
How much time
Can you kill?

Tricky:

Vengeance isn't mine
It taught to hate from time
Time isn't real
How much time can you kill?
Luca Brazzi
He sleeps with the fishes
Fuck sugar and spice
And girls with deadly kisses
Purr like a cat
Raising towers
I go over her house
For the most
I got diamonds on suits
A girl's erased diamonds with new shoes
Remember Hollywood
You could finally make deals
Screamin', "Nigger you can get these!"
Stereotypical
Almost mythical
Like Mickey Mouse
I'll blow down your house
Blow up your whole image
Hardcore musicians with image

Bob Khaleel :

Love

Tricky :
You're silver screen
You're a hardcore lovin' machine
You play hardcore with me
And sooner or later we'll see

Bob Khaleel :

Reflect on your life
Time isn't real
How much time
Can you kill?

Reflect on your life
Time isn't real
How much time
Can you kill?

Reflect on your life
Time isn't real
How much time
Can you kill?

Reflect on your life
Time isn't real
How much time
Can you kill?

Reflect on your life
Time isn't real
How much time
Can you kill?

Reflect on your life
Time isn't real
How much time
Can you kill?





. . .



Tricky:

She said, she said, she said, she said

She said she could tempt me
Both in rooms full or empty
She said, she said
Even might turn out the lights
She said, she said
Pretend to know me- then show me
She said, she said
She was a missed good night,I
Wanted to share her vagina
She said, she said

Then we jumped in her car
Went real far
After the pizza
With Wendy and Lisa
She said, she said
Asked about Prince
LyricsI left my fingerprints
She said, she said

Then I jumped in the car
Go real far
Jumped in the car
Go real far
She said, she said
Now I start fucking with drugs
I got Muggs
She said, she said

Then we jump in the car
And go real far
She was just showin' me tanks
Robbin' banks
A new inflation bring migration
If you want to be boy
Don't send a decoy
She said, she said

Tricky and Kioka:

Wait 'til dark comes
Don't play with guns
And kill the toys
Don't play with boys

Tricky:

She said, she said

Let's go stress
Then touch my breasts
It's all yours
We finish tours
She said, she said

Then we jumped in the car
Went real far
Jumped in the car
Went real far
She said, she said
Now I'm on the run
Always weighs a ton
She said, she said

Dark brown eyes
'You wanna stroll with' eyes
She said, she said
Takes lots of patience
Then I lost my patience
Acting like an actress
Killed her on the mattress
She's dead, she's dead
She's dead, she's dead

Then I jumped in my car
Went real far
Jumped in my car
Went real far
Jumped in my car
Went real far
She's dead, she's dead


. . .



Mad Dog:
In the Beamer or a fly Mercedes
Gettin' lit up, high on the great weed
I like the girls, I like the ladies
I light my world to drive her crazy

In the Beamer or a fly Mercedes
Gettin' lit up, high on the great weed
I like the girls, I like the ladies
I light my world to drive her crazy

Tricky and Mad Dog:
In the Beamer or a fly Mercedes
(I like the girls)
Gettin' lit up, high on the great weed
(I like the girls)
I like the girls, I like the ladies
(I like the girls)
I light my world to drive her crazy
(With the real long hair)

LyricsIn the Beamer or a fly Mercedes
(I like the girls)
Gettin' lit up, high on the great weed
(I like the girls)
I like the girls, I like the ladies
(Whether they're slim or they're short)
I light my world to drive her crazy
(I really don't care)

Mad Dog:
Met two girls in a restaurant
Didn't know the hookers was lesbians
'Til I got home and started sexin' 'em
The shit they were doing was excellent
Yeah, yeah, the show was perfect
The one with her tits in the other girl's bit
Slim girl was holdin' her hips
Strokin' her tongue all over her clit
This girl was gettin pornographic
Should've had a vid recordin that shit
One girl's tits now taking a big mount
Going down south licking the bitch out
'Round 'em and stylin' my dick was shinin'
Next minute the babe is grindin'
Went outside and left 'em windin'
When I came back they was 69in'
All of 'em was crying- she'd screamed
"Lick the whipped cream from off of her tits"
See me laying for the queen all this fisting
Reminds me of a dream I had at fifteen
Last time I seen 'em was at the club
It was me two girls and the scrappy love
Back then wanted to be nice enough
But now there's enough for the both of us

Tricky and Mad Dog:
In the Beamer or a fly Mercedes
(I like the girls)
Gettin' lit up, high on the great weed
(I like the girls)
I like the girls, I like the ladies
(I like the girls)
I light my world to drive her crazy
(With the real long hair)

In the Beamer or a fly Mercedes
(I like the girls)
Gettin' lit up, high on the great weed
(I like the girls)
I like the girls, I like the ladies
(Whether they're slim or they're short)
I light my world to drive her crazy
(I really don't care)

In the Beamer or a fly Mercedes
(I like the girls)
Gettin' lit up, high on the great weed
(I like the girls)
I like the girls, I like the ladies
(I like the girls)
I light my world to drive her crazy
(With the real long hair)

In the Beamer or a fly Mercedes
(I like the girls)
Gettin' lit up, high on the great weed
(I like the girls)
I like the girls, I like the ladies
(Whether they're slim or they're short)
I light my world to drive her crazy
(I really don't care)

Mad Dog:
Fit like hand in glove and I'm up
Take a shot like the last of the stand drop
Boom boom boom
Check, then feel again
That's the time to pull out the handcuffs
Dials a one on a one minute call
Be gone if I never done the cheap rough
She calls and asks when we can fuck
And who else wants the Jungle Lay
So she dials a one on a one minute call
Be gone if i never done the cheap rough
Unless she wants a Jungle Lay
So she calls everyone wonderin' when we can fuck
Dolce & Gabanna wearin'
'Cause when the girls put on the starin'
I love watchin' all this dancin'
By the girls who are as about as luscious acting
Rude girl and her martial firing
"Ooh well, get the spot!" they whinin'
Street Dog, they caught me rhymin'
Turned around and got fucking blinded
My favorite beds get no shy women
When or wherever to be drivin'
My take come to the face
When i see that beat goes the drum
And the bass is blastin'
Freak if i bone
It's like i lost control
I'm all alone think i'm toppin'
Get high when i drive a car
And try to drink and drive
When i'm private parking

In the Beamer or a fly Mercedes
Gettin' lit up, high on the great weed
I like the girls, I like the ladies
I light my world to drive her crazy

In the Beamer or a fly Mercedes
Gettin' lit up, high on the great weed
I like the girls, I like the ladies
I light my world to drive her crazy

Tricky and Mad Dog:
In the Beamer or a fly Mercedes
(I like the girls)
Gettin' lit up, high on the great weed
(I like the girls)
I like the girls, I like the ladies
I light my world to drive her crazy
(With the real long hair)

In the Beamer or a fly Mercedes
(I like the girls)
Gettin' lit up, high on the great weed
(I like the girls)
I like the girls, I like the ladies
(Whether they're slim or they're short)
I light my world to drive her crazy
(I really don't care)

In the Beamer or a fly Mercedes
(I like the girls)
Gettin' lit up, high on the great weed
(I like the girls)
I like the girls, I like the ladies
(I like the girls)
I light my world to drive her crazy
(With the real long hair)

In the Beamer or a fly Mercedes
(I like the girls)
Gettin' lit up, high on the great weed
(I like the girls)
I like the girls, I like the ladies
(Whether they're slim or they're short)
I light my world to drive her crazy
(I really don't care)

In the Beamer or a fly Mercedes
(I like the girls)
Gettin' lit up, high on the great weed
(I like the girls)
I like the girls, I like the ladies
I light my world to drive her crazy
(With the real long hair)

In the Beamer or a fly Mercedes
(I like the girls)
Gettin' lit up, high on the great weed
(I like the girls)
I like the girls, I like the ladies
(Whether they're slim or they're short)
I light my world to drive her crazy
(I really don't care)



. . .



Tricky:

Round the corner
Turn the corner, turn

Hell is round the corner
Hot like a sauna
I know i hurt her
When i'd said, "i don't wanna"
And with this drama
I act like jeffrey dahmer
I beat her then i eat her
Nigga's sweet,there's no one sweeter
I think i lost my tweeter
To your pussycats
Do you call your pistols 'gats'?

Don't sleep her love away
Don't let her run away
Don't sleep her love away
Don't let her...
Lyrics
Dream and i'm seein' it
Harmed a girl like Monica
Everyday be like Hanukkah
And change my mind again
Hide off like to find a friend
I call her "enemy"
She says i act like there's ten of me
A sketch for their clone
A dog without a home
But you want more when i was on tour
I told you,"shouldn't run alot"
Now look how much time you got
Told you,"shouldn't run alot"
Now look how much time you got

Mad dog:
Take life on the streets- your own
Made by Grease beats- pure dog
Runnin' with the realest kids of New York
Street Dog speak the true talk
Wanna talk about crime?
Yeah right!
Stick ups- get in mind to realize
Alright
Run the airtime
Fuck the police it's startin' to get hyped
Niggas gettin' paranoid and void
Then imply Tetth's a bad boy
Just gonna rap and forget gettin' caught
Dogs get mad when niggas stand broke
Come pharaoh
Yo,willy joe
Shit, i had coke and fifty pound notes
Puffed it for those niggas i know
Far as i know you're a freak if i bone
Like i go
Trix and Milo
I roll with niggas with big machines
Blank sreens, video scenes
Blue, black and green
Niggas with wigs scared the scam clean
And get the cream- know what i mean?
Diggin' the scene with the gasoline
With enough magazines
Them not a fuss
Big as their niggas who run it rough
There be no crime for none of us
Livin' to find those kinds of drugs
With no undercovers
Those motherfuckers can't flop dogs
In any form, this rough cough's quick
I'm sick
Gonna with the Jungle Heights clique
In England the trans-Atlantic
In Harlem where demands don't quit

Kioka:
Levitating and useless debating
In these devastating times

Tricky:
Don't let her run away

Kioka:
While everybody's just doing drugs
And writing melodic rhymes

Tricky:
Don't sleep her love away

Kioka:
Trying to get one
And not get into trouble
I might just be inclined

Tricky:
Don't let her run away

Kioka:
We all got needs
We all do dirty deeds
Now and then wanna smoke some weed

Tricky:
Don't sleep her love away

Kioka:
Yeah we're free
Yes we need to be free
Walkin' round with unsatisfying needs

Tricky:
Don't let her run away

Kioka:
Yeah we're free
Yes we need to be free
Walkin' round with unsatisfying needs

Tricky:
Don't sleep her love away

Mad dog:
Come with a bang bang
It's a hangman gettin' my prayer
My hands can slang bang actors
That have the will to gang slang
That's the type of nigga that can't say,
"You don't go and forget the down times
And the walk while i was with the bad man"
Many to fly right?
Masterplan
Miracle flight like Pan-Am
Man,damn!
Sure as the echo
'Fore that gonna pump the petrol
Niggas with escorts hide in the get-go
Now lay it in the ghetto
Yeah y'all
I could find life in a Paris metro
While i'm walkin' around slammin' ghettos
In the real
Know the rapper with the black girls
Deliverin' travels with the Maxwells
Gettin' paid off girls
Rockwells, high L's
Well as drop sales with Stockwell
Street Dog with a molotov cocktail
No no can't stop flowin' no
Gettin' paid off girls
Rockwells, high L's
Well as drop sales with Stockwell
Street Dog with a molotov cocktail
No no can't stop flowin' no

Kioka:
Levitating and useless debating
In these devastating times

Tricky:
Don't let her run away

Kioka:
While everybody's just doing drugs
And writing melodic rhymes

Tricky:
Don't sleep her love away

Kioka:
Trying to get one
And not get into trouble
I might just be inclined

Tricky:
Don't let her run away

kioka:
We all got needs
We all do dirty deeds
Now and then wanna smoke some weed

Tricky:
Don't sleep her love away

Kioka:
Yeah we're free
Yes we need to be free
Walkin' round with unsatisfying needs

Tricky:
Don't let her run away

kioka:
Yeah we're free
Yes we need to be free
Walkin' round with unsatisfying needs

Tricky:
Don't sleep her love away

kioka:
Yeah we're free
Yes we need to be free
Walkin' round with unsatisfying needs

Tricky:
Don't let her run away

Kioka:
Yeah we're free
Yes we need to be free
Walkin' round with unsatisfying needs

Tricky:
Don't sleep her love away

Kioka:
Yeah we're free
Yes we need to be free
Walkin' round with unsatisfying needs

Tricky:
Don't let her run away

Kioka:
Yeah we're free
Yes we need to be free
Walkin' round with unsatisfying needs

Tricky:
Don't sleep her love away



. . .



D'na:
I'm calling you
I'm calling you now
And now won't wait
And now won't change now
Or rearrange
it might get strange now
it might get strange now

Tricky and D'na:
Just fallin' free
Just fall in me
And i'm your coffin
And I'm your coffin
For endless sleep now
For endless sleep now

Little sunbeam
I hear you scream
I feel your heat now
I feel your heat now
LyricsHere's to one we sleep now
I hear trees scream
Ain't the people mean?
What do they mean?
It's time to sleep now
It's time to go now

I wait for you, I wait for you
I wait for you, I wait for you
I wait for you

Little sunbeam
I can hear you scream
I can feel your heat now
I can feel your heat now
Here's to one we sleep now
I hear trees scream
Ain't the people mean?
What do they mean?
It's time to sleep now
It's time to go now

I wait for you, I wait for you
I wait for you, I hate for you
I wait for you, i hate for you
I wait for you, i hate for you
I wait for you, i hate for you
I wait for you, i hate for you
I wait for you, i hate for you

Hate for you

I wait for you, I wait for you
I wait for you, I hate for you
I hate for you
Hate for you
I hate for you
I can feel your heat now
It's time to go now





. . .



Tricky:

Wash my soul, wash my soul, wash my soul

Tricky and Bob Khaleel:

I get paid while they starve
In the streets
Visa cards, VIP
Wash away and use you as a fan
Starving these children
And i change the channel
You know me, i'm Mr.Nice
You know me I survive at any price
So it seems i'm the devil's son

Lick it, wet it, you like it, you let it
Lick it, wet it, touch it, take your turn
On somedays, together we can learn
Wash my soul, wash my soul, wash my soul

LyricsLick it, wet it, you like it, you let it
Lick it, wet it, touch it, take your turn
On somedays, together we can learn

I've served with gangsters
And I've served with kings
These are a few of my favorite things
Think about love, love now and then
It's no good
I am weak, I admit
Wash my soul

Lick it, wet it, you like it, you let it
Lick it, wet it, touch it, take your turn
On somedays, together we can learn
Wash my soul, wash my soul

Lick it, wet it, you like it, you let it
Lick it, wet it, you like it, take your turn
Take your turn, take your turn
Together we can learn





. . .



Tricky:

Round the corner
Turn the corner, turn

Hell is round the corner
Hot like a sauna
I know i hurt her
When i'd said, "i don't wanna"
And with this drama
I act like jeffrey dahmer
I beat her then i eat her
Nigga's sweet,there's no one sweeter
I think i lost my tweeter
To your pussycats
Do you call your pistols 'gats'?

Don't sleep her love away
Don't let her run away
Don't sleep her love away
Don't let her...
Lyrics
Dream and i'm seein' it
Harmed a girl like Monica
Everyday be like Hanukkah
And change my mind again
Hide off like to find a friend
I call her "enemy"
She says i act like there's ten of me
A sketch for their clone
A dog without a home
But you want more when i was on tour
I told you,"shouldn't run alot"
Now look how much time you got
Told you,"shouldn't run alot"
Now look how much time you got

Mad dog:
Take life on the streets- your own
Made by Grease beats- pure dog
Runnin' with the realest kids of New York
Street Dog speak the true talk
Wanna talk about crime?
Yeah right!
Stick ups- get in mind to realize
Alright
Run the airtime
Fuck the police it's startin' to get hyped
Niggas gettin' paranoid and void
Then imply Tetth's a bad boy
Just gonna rap and forget gettin' caught
Dogs get mad when niggas stand broke
Come pharaoh
Yo,willy joe
Shit, i had coke and fifty pound notes
Puffed it for those niggas i know
Far as i know you're a freak if i bone
Like i go
Trix and Milo
I roll with niggas with big machines
Blank sreens, video scenes
Blue, black and green
Niggas with wigs scared the scam clean
And get the cream- know what i mean?
Diggin' the scene with the gasoline
With enough magazines
Them not a fuss
Big as their niggas who run it rough
There be no crime for none of us
Livin' to find those kinds of drugs
With no undercovers
Those motherfuckers can't flop dogs
In any form, this rough cough's quick
I'm sick
Gonna with the Jungle Heights clique
In England the trans-Atlantic
In Harlem where demands don't quit

Kioka:
Levitating and useless debating
In these devastating times

Tricky:
Don't let her run away

Kioka:
While everybody's just doing drugs
And writing melodic rhymes

Tricky:
Don't sleep her love away

Kioka:
Trying to get one
And not get into trouble
I might just be inclined

Tricky:
Don't let her run away

Kioka:
We all got needs
We all do dirty deeds
Now and then wanna smoke some weed

Tricky:
Don't sleep her love away

Kioka:
Yeah we're free
Yes we need to be free
Walkin' round with unsatisfying needs

Tricky:
Don't let her run away

Kioka:
Yeah we're free
Yes we need to be free
Walkin' round with unsatisfying needs

Tricky:
Don't sleep her love away

Mad dog:
Come with a bang bang
It's a hangman gettin' my prayer
My hands can slang bang actors
That have the will to gang slang
That's the type of nigga that can't say,
"You don't go and forget the down times
And the walk while i was with the bad man"
Many to fly right?
Masterplan
Miracle flight like Pan-Am
Man,damn!
Sure as the echo
'Fore that gonna pump the petrol
Niggas with escorts hide in the get-go
Now lay it in the ghetto
Yeah y'all
I could find life in a Paris metro
While i'm walkin' around slammin' ghettos
In the real
Know the rapper with the black girls
Deliverin' travels with the Maxwells
Gettin' paid off girls
Rockwells, high L's
Well as drop sales with Stockwell
Street Dog with a molotov cocktail
No no can't stop flowin' no
Gettin' paid off girls
Rockwells, high L's
Well as drop sales with Stockwell
Street Dog with a molotov cocktail
No no can't stop flowin' no

Kioka:
Levitating and useless debating
In these devastating times

Tricky:
Don't let her run away

Kioka:
While everybody's just doing drugs
And writing melodic rhymes

Tricky:
Don't sleep her love away

Kioka:
Trying to get one
And not get into trouble
I might just be inclined

Tricky:
Don't let her run away

kioka:
We all got needs
We all do dirty deeds
Now and then wanna smoke some weed

Tricky:
Don't sleep her love away

Kioka:
Yeah we're free
Yes we need to be free
Walkin' round with unsatisfying needs

Tricky:
Don't let her run away

kioka:
Yeah we're free
Yes we need to be free
Walkin' round with unsatisfying needs

Tricky:
Don't sleep her love away

kioka:
Yeah we're free
Yes we need to be free
Walkin' round with unsatisfying needs

Tricky:
Don't let her run away

Kioka:
Yeah we're free
Yes we need to be free
Walkin' round with unsatisfying needs

Tricky:
Don't sleep her love away

Kioka:
Yeah we're free
Yes we need to be free
Walkin' round with unsatisfying needs

Tricky:
Don't let her run away

Kioka:
Yeah we're free
Yes we need to be free
Walkin' round with unsatisfying needs

Tricky:
Don't sleep her love away



. . .



Tricky:
Where've you been, love?
How've you been, love?
It's a long time since i've seen love
You make me happy, love
Hope that you're happy, love
I was a scrappy love

I feel like i'm stupid now
I feel like i'm stupid now

How've you been, love?
I've committed a sin, love
You care for him, love?
He's good for you, love
Guess who has sinned, love?
She asked how you're doin', love
I feel kind of stupid, love
To the noose,to the neck,to the push,to the shove

How much time has it been, love?
LyricsHow much time has it been, love?

We don't even speak now
Remember the first walk-out?
You fill my need
You tell me to read
We sat in the park
We sat just apart

But not for our own love
We grew a strong love
But not for our own love
We grew a strong love

Wish i could sin love
Wish i could sin love
Wish i could sin love

Where've you been, love?
How've you been, love?
It's a long time since i've seen love
You make me happy, love
Hope that you're happy, love
I was a scrappy love

Feel like i'm stupid now
Feel like i'm stupid now

How've you been, love?
I've committed a sin, love
Do you care for him love?
He's good for you love
Guess who i've seen, love?
She asked how you're doin', love
I feel kind of stupid love
To the noose, to the neck, to the push, to the shove
How much time has it been, love?
How much time has it been, love?

We dont want to speak now
Remember the first walk-out?
You fill my need
Tell me to read
Sat in the park
We sat just apart

But not for our own love
We grew a strong love
But not for our own love
We grew a strong love

Wish i could sin, love
Wish i could sin, love

How've you been, love?
It's a long time since i've seen love
You care for him, love?

He's good for you, love
He's good for you, love



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