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I'm Free
06:55
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When I was a little girl, my mama said to me
Don't let anybody tell you who to be
Even though I'm all grown, you know I'm still the same
The way you make me feel, I'm not gonna play that game
(Lead-In) You gotta say what you say, to do what you do
Fight the good fight or they'll take it from you
So let me go, or you'll have to pay
Nothing's gonna stop me don't you get in my way ('cause)
(Chorus) I'm free, yes I'm free
To find the way that God meant for me
And now I see, with my own eyes
A whole new world from the one that I now say goodbye
You tell me where to go, and what to do
If you think you own me, you haven't got a clue
Do you hear these words coming out of my mouth
If you don't see me for me, then get the hell out
Lead-In
Chorus
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2. |
Funky Girl
05:29
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When the day is growing shorter
And you want to hit the club
Walk on in, it's the night
And you're feeling alright
You're not gonna dance alone
When the night is growing shorter
And you want to take her home
Walk on up, take her hand
You're a man with a plan
She don't want to dance alone
(Chorus) She's the funky girl at the night club
And she likes to break it down
The disco is in her soul
And she can't stop a'moving around
In the club, it's getting harder
To find a girl alone
But don't give up, 'cause she's there
Make a move, don't be scared
You know your confidence is there
Now it's late, you're getting closer
And the dancing's all you need
Get on down, it's the time
They say two make the night
Let's get down till the break of dawn
(Chorus)
--Pedal / Charlie madnesss--
(Chorus again)
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3. |
Superstition
05:40
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Very superstitious, writing's on the wall,
Very superstitious, ladders bout' to fall,
Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin' glass
Seven years of bad luck, the good things in your past.
When you believe in things that you don't understand,
Then you suffer,
Superstition ain't the way
Very superstitious, wash your face and hands,
Rid me of the problem, do all that you can,
Keep me in a daydream, keep me goin' strong,
You don't wanna save me, sad is my song.
When you believe in things that you don't understand,
Then you suffer,
Superstition ain't the way.
Very superstitious, nothin' more to say,
Very superstitious, the devil's on his way,
Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin' glass,
Seven years of bad luck, good things in your past
When you believe in things that you don't understand,
Then you suffer,
Superstition ain't the way.
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4. |
Evil Ways
05:25
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You've got to change your evil ways, baby,
before I stop lovin' you.
You've got to change, baby,
and every word that I say is true.
You got me runnin' and hidin' all over town,
you got me sneakin' and a-peepin' and runnin' you down.
This can't go on, Lord knows you got to change, baby.
When I come home, baby,
my house is dark and my pots are cold.
You're hangin' round, baby,
with Jean and Joan and-a who knows who.
I'm gettin' tried of waitin' and foolin' around,
I'll find somebody who won't make me feel like a clown.
This can't go on, Lord knows you got to change, baby.
When I come home, baby,
my house is dark and my pots are cold.
You're hangin' round, baby,
with Jean and Joan and-a who knows who.
I'm gettin' tried of waitin' and foolin' around,
I'll find somebody who won't make me feel like a clown.
This can't go on, Lord knows you got to change, baby.
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5. |
Move On Up
05:53
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Move On Up:
Hush now child,
and don't you cry
Your folks might understand you
by and by
Move on up
towards your destination
You may find
from time to time
Complications
Bight your lip
and take a trip
Though there may be
wet road ahead
You cannot slip
So move on up
and peace you will find
Into the steeple
of beautiful people
Where there's only one kind
So hush now child
and don't you cry
Your folks might understand you
by and by
Just move on up
and keep on wishing
Remember your dreams
are your only schemes
So keep on pushing
Take nothing less -
not even second best
And do not obey -
you must have your say
You can past the test
Touch the Sky:
I gotta testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly
For the day I die, I'mma touch the sky
Gotta testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly
For the day I die, I'mma touch the sky
Back when they thought pink polo's would hurt the Roc,
Before Cam got the shit to pop, the doors was closed.
I felt like Bad Boy's street team, I couldn't work the Lox (locks).
Now let's go.
Take 'em back to the plan...
Me and my momma hopped in the U-Haul van.
Any pessimists I ain't talked to them,
Plus, I ain't have no phone in my apartment.
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