Draw The Line
Draw The Line
( Tyler / Perry )
I read an article where Steven said the song was about handling the pressures of stardom... how difficult it was to be yourself and not what everyone else expected you to be... even when you were at your wits end... too bad... everyone was waiting for your next big hit song... so you march on no matter what it takes... and you tilt the vial... snort a few more lines of coke... until you write another hit song!
And just to clarify... in case you didn't know...
"draw the line" has two meanings in this song.
First being like when you draw a line in the sand. Last chance to stop whatever the wrong thing is you're doing or I'll beat your ass! The other means to cut a line of cocain with a razor... credit card or whatever on a mirror before snorting it.
Chaaa....
Checkmate honey beat'choo at'chor own damn game
No dice honey I'm livin' on a astral plane
Feet's on the ground and your head's goin' down the drain
Oh heads I win tails you lose to the nether mind
When to draw the line
The Indian summer Carrie was all over the floor
She was a wet nap winner and rarely ever left the store
She'd sing and dance all night and wronged all the right outta me
Oh... pass me the vial and cross your fingers it don't take time
No where to draw the line
Hi ho silver we were singin' all your cowboy song
Oh... you told Carrie and promised her you wouldn't be long
Heads I win tails you lose lord it's such a crime
No dice honey you the salt you're the queen of the brine
Checkmate honey you the only one whose got ta choose
Where to draw the line
Aaaahhh... checkmate don't be late... take another pull
That's right
Impossible...
... When you got to be yourself
You're the boss of the toss
The dice... the price
Write yourself a song... and... draw the line
Ooo... line
Ooo... line
Ooo... line
Ooo... line
Ooo... line
Ooo... line
Ooo... line
Ooo... line
Ooo... line
Same lyrics but Steven's voice is much clearer in this mix!
Wet nap... is just a slang term that has to do with sex... when he says "she was a wet nap winner"... he's just talkin' about a loose chick who loves doin' it...
There's several things it usually means...
Having a wet dream... like us horny dudes used to have when we were teenagers...
or if the guy jack's off on his sleeping girl and she doesn't realize it...
or falling asleep with some of her guys load still in and around her mouth 'n face after a bj...
or a female tea bag
(when she squats over her sleeping guy and dabs her moistened pussy onto his lips and nose)...
As for where it fits here in the song... I'm guessing it's one of the first three or some variation...
I Wanna Know Why
( Tyler / Perry )
Aaaaah....
Kickin' down the road
Feelin' mighty slowed
With the likes of you
Gettin' mighty spaced
Never had a taste
Of what you're goin' through
I can't bitch
Went from rags to riches
Then to ragtime screamin' the blues
I wanna know why
Everybody good intentions
Tryin' to make a fool outta me
I wanna know why
Everybody's good intentions
Gotta make a fool
Gotta make a fool
Tryin' to make a fool outta me
Swing low
Sweet cherry O
With a strange love showed me the way
Ya see more
Can't keep a score
When the whore's comin' on for the play
I wanna know why
Everybody's good intentions
Gotta make a fool outta me
I wanna know why
Everybody's good intentions
Gotta make a fool
Gotta make a fool
Tryin' to make a fool outta me
E. Poe
Eatin' crow
Wonder if he knowed that the raven was mad
Time passed
And words lost the last
Of the best thing he ever had
I wanna know why
Everybody's good intentions
Gotta make a fool outta me
I wanna know why
Everybody's good intentions
Gotta make a fool
Gotta make a fool
Tryin' to make a fool outta me
Oh... play rough
And can't get enough
So they tryin' to make a fool outta me... lordy
Ain't foolin' me
Ya ain't ghoulin' me
Ain't foolin' me
Ya ain't ghoulin' me
E. Poe... refers to the poet Edgar Allen Poe. And his most famous poem was called "The Raven"
Critical Mass
( Tyler / Hamilton / J. Douglas )
A one... two... three... four
Two... two... three...
Arriving in boats black hooded coats
Tormentors climbed into my room
I crawled under my bed covered my head
But they're flushin' me out with a broom
The leader she's small pinned my ass to the wall...
...For my seeds... or she'd be losin' her past
Time after time she'd be readin' my mind
But she never got feelin' to last
Celebrate celebrate celebraid it
Aaa... this is critical mass
So far so good I heard the other say
So good so far they're takin' me away
Drink'da you... your mind... her ass
We'll take a drink and break the glass
Celebrate celebrate celebreak it
This is the critical mass
Now the tallest of two with a brush full of blue
Paints surrealist scenes on the wall
So I tell her for fun that they're really well done
But he just ain't listenin' at all
He points to my heart tellin' me if I'm smart
Practice and phase...
... Out and admit... when the shoe doesn't fit
And I went screamin' out down the hall
Really need it
Really need your love
Really need your love
Need your love need your love love love love love love love love love love...
Just then I heard a poundin' on the door
We're all here sang the voice of twenty more
I drink to you alas
We'll take a drink then break the glass
Celebrate celebrate celebreak it
We are critical mass
Time and space is takin' me away
Time erase don't know the time of day
Time and space is takin' me away
Time erase don't know the time of day
Time and space is takin' me away
Time erase don't know the time of day
Get It Up
( Tyler / Perry )
Take me on you rockin' whores
Hit the lights and shut your doors
Grab your ankles everyone
Eat my way and havin' fun
Can't give it up... gotta get it up... give it up... c'mon Nancy
Can't get it up... get it up... for your fancy
Gotta get it up... get it up... c'mon Nancy
Can't get it up... gotta get it up... get it up
For your fan disease my ass don't speculate
I'm just your slave your master's bait
And lots of luck into the night
Just waitin' for the bright light fright
Can't give it up... gotta give it up... get it up... c'mon Nancy
Can't give it up... get it up... for your fancy
Gotta give it up... get it up... c'mon Nancy
Get it up... gotta get it up... c'mon Nancy... yeah
Really have a good time
Really have a good time
Suckin' up the moonshine
Up underneath her clothesline
Really have a good time
Love me 'til the sun
Can't give it up... gotta get it up... get it up... c'mon Nancy
Can't get it up... gotta get it up... get it up... get it up... for your fancy
Gotta get it up... give it up... get it up... c'mon Nancy
Can't get it up... gotta get it up... get it up... get it up
Get it up and down and all around
Take the ride and paint the town
Slow me down and make it fast
Scream almost and make it last
You know you gotta really have a good time
You know your really gonna really have a good time
Suckin' up the moonshine
Up underneath the her clothesline
You know your really gonna
Oh really have a good time
You know you really wanna
Love me 'til the sun
Can't get it up
Get it up
Bright Light Fright
( Perry )
It's the dawn of the day and I'm crashed and I'm smashed
As it is I'm feelin' like my chips are cashed
All of my clothes strewn all over the room
The crisis at hand is I'm all outta zoom
I got the sunlight blues
I can't find my shoes
The only thing on TV
Is the good mornin' news
The tricks in the night keepin' me in a daze
We'll open a bottle and I'll pull down the shades
Glance in the mirror back into bed
Forget that it's day... time to party again
I got the sunlight blues
I can't find my shoes
The only thing on TV
Is the good morning news
Bright Light Fright
Bright Light Fright
Bright Light Fright
Go... gimme the night
Bright Light Fright
Bright Light Fright
Bright Light Fright
Go... gimme the night
I got the sunlight blues
I can't find my shoes
The only thing on TV
Is the good morning news... wooh
Oua...
Bright Light Fright
Bright Light Fright
Bright Light Fright
Go... gimme the night
Bright Light Fright
Bright Light Fright
Bright Light Fright
Go... gimme the night
I got the sunlight blues
I can't find my shoes
The only thing on TV
Is the good morning news
Kings And Queens
( Hamilton / Kramer / Tyler / Whitford / J. Douglas )
Long ago in days untold
Ruled by Lords of greed
Maidens fared with gold
They dared to bare their wounds that bleed
Kings and queens and guillotines
Taking lives denied
Starch and parchment made the laws
When bishops took the ride
Only to deceive
Oh I know I lived this life before
Somehow know now truths I must be sure
Tossin' turnin' nightmares burnin' dreams of swords in hand
Sailin' ships the Viking spits the blood of father's land
Only to deceive
Living times of knights and mares
Raising swords for maidens fair
Sneer at death... fear only loss of pride
Live in other centuries
Deja vu or what'cha please
Follows true to all who do or die
Screams of no reply... they died
Screams of no reply... and died
Lordy lordy and then then they died
Lordy no then they died
Oooooohhhhh......
Let them do or die
Long ago in days untold... Lord they died
Kings and queens and guillotines...
Left them no reply... they died
Long ago in days untold...
Kings and queens and guillotines...
The Hand That Feeds
( Hamilton / Kramer / Tyler / Whitford / J. Douglas )
Aa...
Doctor doctor doctor
Please doctor doctor please
Doctor doctor doctor
Feel like a old disease
Doctor doctor doctor
Get'chor sweet ass off the floor
Doctor doctor doctor
I can't refuse any loose-hearted lady anymore
I scream your name into the crowd
You feel the flame but you ain't proud
May-be your attitude ain't right
So all that's left for me to do is bite... the hand that feeds me (feeds me)
Doctor doctor doctor
Doctor doctor please
All things you put me through
What the hell you want me to...
Do all the things that Uncle John needs
I ain't the dog that bites the hand that feeds me
In the middle of... with a spittle of...
Et tu... like birds of a feather
When another day love another way
Push shove make love play
Never never never ever
Never ever never ever
Na na na na
Well
Doctor doctor doctor
Please do me what you can
Doctor doctor doctor
Wont'choo please give my life a hand
All things you put me through
A what the hell you want me to...
Do all the things that Uncle John needs
I ain't the dog that bites the hand that feeds... me... yeah
Doctor doctor doctor
Please doctor doctor please
Doctor doctor doctor
Doctor doctor doctor
Doctor doctor doctor
Doctor doctor doctor
Doctor doctor doctor
Spittle... is spit sprayed from your mouth, like when you yell at someone.
Et tu... This comes from Shakespear's Julius Caesar play. Usually seen as "Et tu Brute". It has to do with loyalty... and when a good friend betray's that loyalty and goes against you! Steven must mean how bird's flock together... how the person who bites the hand that feeds you is just as bad as the rest of the scumbags of society. Scumbags flock together!
Sight For Sore Eyes
(Tyler / Perry / J. Douglas / D. Johansen )
Uuhh...
Goin' downtown goin' down goin' down
'Neath the city eatin' ground round
Underground is pretty gritty
I turned the screw she held the light
That's when I knew she was a...
Sight for sore eyes
(She was a sight for sore eyes)
She was a sight for sore eyes
(She was a sight for sore eyes)
(We're talkin' pretty gritty) left speaker
Playin' no fair sleepin' under stairs
Downtown's a pity takin' fair square
Every where's pretty gritty
I turned the screw she held the knife
Oh holy Jesus
She's a sight for sore eyes
(Oh she's a nitty nitty nitty)
Sight for sore eyes
(Oh... she's a nitty gritty)
Turnin' in style
Walk a mile for your titty
Naked foul while under there
Underwear that's pretty gritty
Hey... don'tchoo know people
She's a love lust hussy
She left oh trust me
Dear old girl
She was a sight for sore eyes
(But she was sittin' pretty)
Sight for sore eyes
(She was a nitty gritty)
Sight for sore eyes
Sight for sore eyes
Peeled back and parted
Even in the Garden of delight or demise
I'm livin' like a leopard king
Sight for sore eyes
She was a sight for sore eyes
Sight for sore eyes
Sight for sore eyes
Sight for sore eyes
Sight for sore eyes
Sight for sore eyes
Sight for sore eyes
Sight for sore eyes
Sight for sore eyes
Sight for sore eyes
Sight for sore eyes
Sight for sore eyes
Sight for sore eyes
Milk Cow Blues
( K. Arnold )
Oooaa....
Well I tried everything
A just to get along wit'choo
And now I'm gonna tell ya
Just what I'm gonna do
A well I'm sick of all your cryin'
When you should be leavin' me alone
If you don't believe me
You pack my bag I'm gone
Won'tcha please
A don't that sun look good goin' down
That old moon looks so lonesome
When your ole' man ain't around
Won'tcha please
Don't that sun look good goin' down
Won't ya please
Don't that sun look good goin' down
Well you best believe that I love ya baby
When your ol' man ain't around
New dance
Go
Won'tcha please
A don't that sun (sun) look (look) good (good) goin' down
Won't ya please.... wooa
Don't that sun look good goin' down
Well you best believe that I love ya baby
When your ol' man ain't around
And around and around and
Around and around and
Around and round and
Round and round and
Round and round... yak yak yak yak yao...
Round....
W'look out for me
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