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Running down the side street Kicking up grass
Doing math over last week JUNE!
Nothing in the fridge
Blue bunny in the freezer
But it's hotter than a geyser out here
Damn i'm trying to do the right thing
Winter to the summer no spring *woo!*
I'm a bad mamma jamma got the new
Js on and my bling JUNE!
All this black on black
I'm trying to shake it off like a heart attack, c'mon JUNE!
Got the hair slicked back
Step into the sun, no slack imma kill it in JUNE!

La La La La La Laa La*
Imma kill it in JUNE!

La La La La La Laa La*
Imma kill it in JUNE!
I'm the money on the airwaves, push it cause I'm dope on the block JUNE!
See the new Rick James with the side faded out clement top
Ya'll know it's hot out here, got my babies in their birthday suit *cute* Put my shades back on,
I'm the M.I.B. and I get loose *ooh* JUNE!
All this black on black I'm trying to shake it off like a heart attack, c'mon JUNE!
Got the hair slicked back
Step into the sun, no slack imma kill it in JUNE!
La La La La La Laa La* Imma kill it in JUNE!
La La La La La Laa La* Imma kill it in JUNE!
La La La La La Laa La* Imma kill it in JUNE!
La La La La La Laa La* Imma kill it in JUNE!

I went down to St. James Infirmary
To see my baby there
She was lying on a cold dark table
So sweet, so still, so fair

Let her go, let her go, god help her
Wherever she may be
They can search the wide world over
But they’ll never find a man like me
When she left, I went down to the river
Though the cold, dead trees
There I stood, in the murk and the darkness
There I sold my soul to thee

Hold on hope

When you don’t call
Wake up, and wait for vision
Search for light, in darkened rooms

Let me see, all the figures behind me
Courage low, and faint of heart

I can feel it, I can feel it
And now i see it, and now i see it’s right
You gotta go away to come back home
To stop holding on, to stop holding on,

To stop holding on, and admit it’s wrong

I’m not giving up, I’m not old enough
To be certain of alone, feel so alone

I’m not giving up, I’m not old enough
I’m not giving up, what it feels to be alone

Choosing rope, So I don’t call,

Wake up To make The decision

Looking up, this darkened room, an older blue
And the phone starts to call, leaves me reeling
And I can feel it’s right, and I feel it’s right
To come back home,

To be holding on, to be holding on,

to be holding on, to be holding on
And I’m not giving up I’m not old enough I’m not giving up
What it feels to be alone