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Track 8 of Animus Session: The Dead of Winter.
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6:30 on a Sunday night...
Chorus
Cause we'll dance tonight,
I'm lost in your eyes,
Kiss my worries goodbye
Cause we're all alright
As we dance tonight,
All lost in your eyes,
Kiss my worries gooddbye
It goes down...TONIGHT!
Verse 1
6:30 on a Sunday night,
Public party at Rum's Delight,
My homie G.B will be rocking the mic,
Cause Shirley and Terry will be coming tonight.
Wrote some words for him on a crumbled piece of paper,
Cuz as he insists, I've got that 'Magic FLAVA!'
Corny ass dude with nothing to lose,
So if this backfires, jot it down as another caper.
As for me, I don't really wanna go,
But he keeps yapping that he might mess up his flow,
And if that happens, I might need a cape;
Afro-Superman to save the day!
I keep him telling him rhymes only go so far,
That to really get girls, you also need a car,
But he ain't hearin' none of that,
'If you don't dance, you might as well go and hit up the bar'
So I agree as he turns the wheel,
He borrowed his mom's jeep now he thinks he's chill,
Tires squeal,
They must know how I feel,
Onto Rum's Delight with the homie G.B.
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Verse 2
So now it's 8:30 on a lousy night,
Drinkin like I'm thirsty; that nigga G.B. was right,
Them rhymes got shirley picking a fight,
With Terry so I guess it's a thirsty nigga's world tonight!
Stomp! in the back, bad girls floating like Specters,
And all I think about is Laraba's letter,
She's on the other side of the country but I feel her close,
But here comes G.B. maybe we're about to go,
So I sit back and watch this drama unfold,
Long story cut short, he missed half his goal,
At least Shirley will date him now, so we bout head home,
But hol up, I'm just tipsy enough to hit the dance flo...
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