Testo Everything Under The Stars

It was regular stuff like Perry and Thrust Ain't out of the blue like we usually do So me and Angelo came around about seven With stars in our eyes from the press we were gettin' Suspect from headache you know a great deal Your apathy fake but your parts are real More than a little by the time it went down I had crossed your path but you didn't know how A record claimed star by the end of the week Set flames to the heat that's all out in the street The problems and pain runs hand in hand When the mother of commerce ends up workin' for the band Chorus: The streets is watchin' So keep on talkin' Your time is tickin' down, down, down (x2) Let's catch fishes Bombs make misses You get served like dishes Like the soft machine kisses your ass It's not one iota or a comma or a quota When your time here is over One bum, two bum, three bums more If dispute you're using then you know what it's for A shot in the dark and after a thought A lark You hit the watermark but the thug didn't bark Oh yeah, that's the sound of the police They're makin' the wave because your hand is greased Can't put nobody on unless they're wearing a thong But the days are gone like Yvonne Elliman If I can't be true I don't want your money baby See I'm happy being stealth Can't define my wealth So, yo, go ask somebody else Chorus Chorus (x5) Yeah The streets is watchin' Yeah The streets is watchin' I said the streets are watchin' (x3)