Leave It ’Til the Morning - Keef Hartley

To All them people who said I wouldn't last I'd give a twenty one gunshot salute With the toy rifle that you bought me but it won't shoot And all is well becaus

Closing out our feature for you now Captain of our slam team - Sage Francis. Crowd Cheering Yeah. It was the Beatboxing That got me Beatboxing It was the Beatbo

Every midnight we sit at the coffee table and we share a cup of tea He stays up with me and we discuss things Most of the time he just listens Other times offer

I played connect the dots with your beauty marks And I ended up with picture perfect sheet music I read your musical notes with a composer's eyes And heard our

Sage Francis It's time to rethink every fact that is imaginable Survival instinct dwells in a past that is inhabitable I happen to pull fast ones over the slow

Tonight I'm in the mood for some unscheduled affection Spontaneous combustion I'm playing with my fire inside Burning my inner child blackened his skin to the t

The one that I'm with thinks s*x is a beautiful thing And that's simply adorable When my time is affordable Dimes pay the price I get abusive and that's the tru

He left with deep breaths in each chest that needs less innovating Because they're still debating over what rhyme skill is Got Sick of Waiting for time killers

Rollin' on some lonesome highway East of Omaha You can listen to the engine rolling out as one long song You can think about the woman Or the w***e you mongered