1. |
Everything
03:48
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Rise up, I fall before your feet dear.
I'd better wise up & everything becomes clear.
I've learned a lot about myself
Of family & wealth
And it doesn't mean a thing
If you haven't got your health
I've learned a lot about you now
I want to make you proud
Please say you'll be my queen
On your head I'll place the crown.
I've got everything I need here
There's nothing more I want.
I've got all the love I need here.
There's nothing more I want.
Make no sound, I'll wait until you speak dear
Eyes down and then you beckon me near
I've learned a lot about this world
I've seen some shit unfold
And it doesn't mean a thing if you haven't got a soul
I've learned a lot about the child
I think just for a while
For them I'd search the earth, I'd run a million miles.
I've got everything I need here
There's nothing more I want.
I've got all the love I need here.
There's nothing more I want.
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2. |
Dead Man's Shoes
04:45
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Be careful what you wish for
It could all come true.
Be careful what you wish for
oh it could all fall through
Be careful who you speak to
Next time there will be no truce
Be careful where you tread boy
You're walking round in a dead man's shoes
A dead man's shoes
Be careful who you run with
Make sure you know your crew
And never bare false witness
Against those who run with you
Be careful who you speak to
Next time there will be no truce
Be careful where you tread boy
You're walking round in a dead man's shoes
A dead man's shoes
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3. |
Taking Over Your Town
04:45
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We're taking over your town.
Get your kids hooked up on cheap brown
We're warning you make no sound
We're setting up shop in your town.
You feel you've got to rise up
And make some kind of stand
Now you realize you've got a new kind of fight on your hands
For soon they'll be shifting this shit like tons of sand.
They don't like it when someone comes along and starts fucking with their plans
We're taking over your town.
Get your kids hooked up on cheap brown
We don't care who's robbing your house
We'll take the cash and head back south.
We're taking over your town.
Get your kids hooked up on cheap brown
We're warning you make no sound
We'll take the cash and head back south.
You feel you've got to rise up
And make some kind of stand
Now you realize you've got a new kind of fight on your hands
For soon they'll be shifting this shit like tons of sand.
They don't like it when someone comes along and starts fucking with their plans
We're taking over your town.
Get your kids hooked up on cheap brown
We're warning you make no sound
We're setting up shop in your town.
((Fucking with your Plans))
We're taking over your town.
Get your kids hooked up on cheap brown
We don't care who's robbing your house
We'll take the cash and head back south.
You feel you've got to rise up
And make some kind of stand
Now you realize you've got a new kind of fight on your hands
For soon they'll be shifting this shit like tons of sand.
They don't like it when someone comes along and starts fucking with their plans.
We're taking over your town.
Taking over your town.
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4. |
The Lost One
04:18
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Heard you were back son
You learned your lesson
5 years and 36 days
You were the lost one
No life no passion
I hope you're changing your ways
You never listened
Made wrong decisions
And in the end you had to pay.
Now that's behind us
Don't let it blind us
Now let's go get you laid.
You wanted riches
Wound up with stitches
You had a gun to your head
Thought your plan was cunning
But you were running
For so long we thought you were dead
You had no real friends
Gave you a using
There was noone there when you plead
Gave you a sentence
Gave your their blessing
You were all alone when you bled.
No you're back son
You learned your lesson
5 years and 36 days
You were the lost one
No life no passion
I hope you're changing your ways
You never listened
Made wrong decisions
And in the end you had to pay.
Now that's behind us
Don't let it blind us
Now let's go get you laid. (go get you laid)
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5. |
Old Man
04:14
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It's a young man's world you're entering
You'll never keep up with the pace
You seem to think it's so easy to muscle in
You'll never qualify for this race
Your eyes are tired, hands are shaking
Why don't you retire with some grace
Your reputation will long out live you
And you've got the respect that you craved.
You have no business here, have no interests
You've been out of the frame for some time
You're just an old fool from the old school
Now deal with the fact that you have no rights
Your eyes are tired, hands are shaking
There's nothing here for you there is no fight
Your reputation will long out live you
And you've got the respect that you craved.
It's a young man's world you're entering
You'll never keep up with the pace
You seem to think it's so easy to muscle in
You'll never qualify for this race
Your eyes are tired, hands are shaking
Why don't you retire with some grace
Your reputation will long out live you
And you've got the respect that you craved.
They'll take your life when you're not looking
It'll slip right through your fingers like sand
Don't want to spend your last days suffering
Now don't you go making any plans
Don't want your loved ones sitting and wondering
What happened to that man we once called Dad
You can't adjust and times are changing
And time will stand still for no man
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6. |
Someones Son
04:08
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Someones son. That was someones son.
Someones son, pulled a gun
Another one just hit the ground
It won't be long, another one
Will pull a gun and kill your son
Someones son, he wants to run
Another one kill you for fun
It won't be long, another one
Will pull a gun and kill your son
Someones son, someones son
Kill you for fun, oh kill you for fun.
And they're rulling our streets with their guns
All through the night until dawn
Rulling our streets with their guns
And killing our kids to gain points.
Someones son, pulled a gun
Another one just hit the ground
It won't be long, another one
Will pull a gun and kill your son
Someones son, he wants to run
Another one kill you for fun
It won't be long, another one
Will pull a gun and kill your son
And they're rulling our streets with their guns
All through the night until dawn
And killing our kids to gain points.
Oh yes they're killing our kids to gain points.
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7. |
Higher
05:21
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You can not fight the flame and beat this fire out.
I'm looking for love that I desire.
I'm looking for some one to take me higher
Got to have the love that I desire
I'm looking for some one to take me higher
Now that we are together our love will leave no doubt
An now that we're bound forever a force there's no way round
Now that we've come together our love will leave no doubt
An now that we're bound together unlock this love and let it out.
You can not fight the flame and beat this fire out.
I'm looking for love that I desire.
I'm looking for some one to take me higher
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8. |
Evil Eye
04:35
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I can feel the burning, burning of your evil eye
why do you despise, we're living normal lives
I think it's time, time to reevaluate
To exorcise the hate before it gets too late
I can feel the burning, burning of your evil eye
why do you despise, we're living normal lives
I think it's time, time to reevaluate
To exorcise the hate before it gets too late
I can feel the burning the burnign of your inner rage
You're at that wanting stage you border insane
And now you're burning, burning out your nose membrane
and you can't abstane the burn from cocaine.
I can feel the burning the burnign of your inner rage
Still at that wanting stage you border insane
And now you're burning, burning out your nose membrane
and you can't abstane the burn from cocaine.
And now you're feeling kind of strange
It's not quite the same
You're drifting out of range, you want that cocaine
I can feel the burning, burning of your evil eye
why do you despise, we're living normal lives
I think it's time, time to reevaluate
To exorcise the hate before it gets too late
I can feel the burning the burnign of your inner rage
You're at that wanting stage you border insane
And now you're burning, burning out your nose membrane
and you can't abstane the burn from cocaine.
And now you're feeling kind of strange
It's not quite the same
You're drifting out of range, you want that cocaine
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9. |
Don't Let Me Die
03:27
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You can out your feet up
We're home and dry
You can turn the heat up baby
Jump on for the ride
We're in for the take off honey
I feel I can fly
I'm up for the shoot out baby
Just don't let me die
You can put a line out baby
You can lock me in
Obtaine forgivness maybe
Forgive me my sins
I need your loving honey
And all that you bring
Bring me that sweet song honey
Let me hear you sing, let me hear you sing
You can out your feet up
We're home and dry
You can turn the heat up baby
Jump on for the ride
We're in for the take off honey
I feel I can fly
I'm up for the shoot out baby
Just don't let me die
Just don't let me die
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10. |
When The Morning Comes
04:12
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11. |
Waste
04:56
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12. |
Break Out
03:59
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13. |
Paper Thin
05:32
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Adam-Son Glasgow, UK
Adam-Son is a Solo Project that has been going for the best part of my life and will continue to the bitter end.
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