Passionfruit

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passionfruit

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intro:
if you think you can stand the heat,
there is something real sweet for you to eat
at the half-way-down-line from my head to my feet.

verse1:
I see you boy makin’ the moves
unpluggin’ the fuse,
the intention
risin’ the tension ,that’s
settin’ the juice loose…
yes I like it when you lookin’ at me like that,
but I bet you could get dirtier than that!
any questions, fantasies, perverted suggestion?
you know what I mean
‘cause you run to call Jammin’
known Anna, if you wanna get down to it, do it!
yes I like it when you lick it from the back
oh, yes boy just like that,
you’re makin’ me get wet!
so hey, what you’re gonna say?
si papi talk to me dirty
beat me, bite me, hurt me!

refr.:
s-s-stop!
you've got me on the right spot.
too hot!
fever, feel I’m gettin’ nearer.
hot flush,
I can feel the blood rush
to my: uh-ah…
fillin’ me in so deep,
I weep.
you're makin’ me so high
like a baby I cry
oh my! why I
a-ay
think I’m gonna die …!

verse2:
yes your style is so fly.
you’re the greatest lover
by far! why?
when you give it to me real
I’ll let you know what’s the deal!
makin' me lettin’ you take
all that I’ve got,
now I can’t stop, ‘cause ya’
baby’s about to make me feel
real hot, hot, hot, hot!!!

refr.:
s-s-stop! you've got me….
refr.:
yo’ass is mine boy, yo ass is mine.
now for the time, boy, yo’ ass is mine
I stick a needle in the middle,
feel the fatal rhythm fiddle
insane, yo’subconscious brain,
it’s a sin but I win,
I put a spell on you,
now u got me under your skin

rap:
yes I got yo’ ass,
but I must confess,
I did do some voodoo silliness,
such a harmless malice,
leavin’ yo’ loveless sorry ass, powerless,
defenceless to eternal togetherness.
giddy up boy, obey yo’ mistress,
and show a little tenderness.
ripeness is all, and I want more
shameless selfservice of endless firmness,
forever happyness!
be a good boy, say: yes, yes, yes!

verse1:
the less you want it boy the more you gonna get it,
you’ll be staring till yo’ eyeballs fall out from their sockets.
cut the bullshit boy, cause you1re running out of credit,
quiet, or yo’ mama make you wanna kick the bucket!
If yo’ my puppeteer, than I will be yo’ puppet,
and I will be with all the pleasures serving my baronet.
why you thrusting like a rabbit, don’t be such a fidget,
and forget about my pinkie, cause you’ll never gonna get it!
…please mama, take the whole of my ass!...

refr.:
yo’ass is mine boy, yo ass is mine…

verse1:
the less you want it boy the more you gonna get it,
you’ll be staring till yo’ eyeballs fall out from their sockets.
cut the bullshit boy, cause you1re running out of credit,
quiet, or yo’ mama make you wanna kick the bucket!
If yo’ my puppeteer, than I will be yo’ puppet,
and I will be with all the pleasures serving my baronet.
why you thrusting like a rabbit, don’t be such a fidget,
and forget about my pinkie, cause you’ll never gonna get it!
…please mama, take the whole of my ass!...
verse1:
see, if I’ve ever listened to what
all the clever people said,
I would’ve probably stopped
before I’ve even started…
now that clinically it’s proven
that lyrically I’m groovin’
the given diagnosis
is poetical hypnosis
woe sky-high overdoses
of mighty-fly-rhymes.
and babe you’d better be bad
if you ever bet onto get
critical on my ass, yes!
will I be in a minute
reversin’ it against you, uh!
catch you and your voodoo
turnin’ into the work of art,
that you’ve always wanted to do…
so sit still sweety, be my guest
take a rest, ‘cause now it’ll be you,
who’s gotta see the saga through!

refr.:
don't you know I want somebody,
can’t you see I need someone,
now every single day you see me pray,
that God let you be the one!

verse2:
boo, just the other day I thought
I saw you doin’ something new
and God bless you if you did do
but I’m afraid that again
you had me and my fantasy
projecting the wishes that
reality was cruelly rejecting,
easy babe, while so hard
you were trying to be bad,
to get as bad as bad can get,
it was plain to see you’ll fall
right into yo’ own trap.
yepp! I’ve told you…
still it hurts i’n’ it,
when you play the game,
but you come out last again,
though hard you were trying
to be in it to win it…
yes! -I guess-oi! da! si!
whatever more language
it’ll take you to hear me out,
because without a doubt,
right into ya’ deaf ears
will you hear me shout:

refr.:
don't you know I want somebody,
can’t you see I need someone,
now every single day you see me pray,
that God let you be the one!
verse1:
well, the señorita was bonita
what’s more, she was no pobrecita,
pero papiI chulo had a culo
as broke as hell, ni un duro...
and you could be cool as de Niro
but with pocket empty, no dinero,
for her, boy, you may toy
as just another playboy.
so he went and he did
all that he could,
and that’s just because
she said that she would
his house, his horse he sold for his honey,
in hell he worked for the devil’s money.
when his time was up the diablo said: “so,
I give you her love, you give me your soul!”
sin alma en su cuerpo, amor en su corazón.
he arrived back home, to see her wedding was on...

/ay, ay en este vida
hay que sufrir...ay…/
refr.:
yes - yes - yes he’s obsessed with her love yes - yes - yes
but oh no - no, he won’t go home no more no - no - no.

verse2:
well, the señorita was bonita
what’s more, she was no pobrecita,
pero papiI chulo had a culo
as broke as hell, ni un duro...
and you could be cool as de Niro
but with pocket empty, no dinero,
for her, boy, you may toy
as just another playboy.
parents wanted Romeo for their Juliet,
pero Pedro no es Montague, ni es Capulet.
then on the night of the ball he killed them all,
and he died as a true spaniard,
so the saga ends in tragedy
instead of a ballad.

/listen to me son and be wise,
not to trust woman with green eyes/

refr.:
yes - yes - yes…

/ should’ve listened to ----what dad said
now you wouldn’t be-----what?- that dead/

refr.:
yes - yes – yes…
intro:
record breaking fool………thin line………
between love and hate there lies a thin line,
which you crossed a long time ago,
and with no intention to ever go back,
how did you expect me to carry on like that?

-you were gettin’ away with murder-

verse1:
well, the sound how blood rush through my vein
remained my alibi for existence,
just like a lonely lullaby from a distance
and as time went by, and the daylight was taken by the night,
the only way for copin’ was by
puttin’ the hope in the next day…
I know, that things should have been said,
but the words in my head got stuck chokin’
on my throat in, where no sound would be promotin’ sense,
as a consequence of an ill-hearted romance.
and what did I get on the top of all that?
well you were clamin’ that it was me aimin’,
and namin’, blamin’ the wrong person
by puttin’ the cursin’ on me!
uh’ let me tap into your query theory!
your reasons, depended on the seasons,
were very weary and barely makin’ any sense,
what a coincidence, with you I had to dance…

bridge:
what a record breakin’, no mistakin’
fool I was, the way I was
makin’ my heart achin’ by fakin’ love!

refr.:
-you were gettin’ away with…murder!
-I think I’m gonna cry

verse2:
I’d often catch myself lying
next to you in the dark crying
I’m not lying, but bein’ in that bed
I was just about better off than dead…
so what was I supposed to hold onto,
when all you’ve given me is maybies,
some we could have had them babies,
ladies listen up, if what you cup is not up
to your top expectation, it’s about time
to come to realization! For god’s sake kid!
love is precious don’t fake it, and once
you have to make it happen,
you will need a weapon to fight for your
love rights, not even talking about,
once you leave the altar
all them lies you have to alter
just to serve the purpose of that circus,
where your only purchase is bein’ someone’s wife…
what a surprise when you come to realize
the obvious, you’ve been ripped off previous’
and continuously up to now…

bridge:
what a record breakin’…

refr.:
-you were gettin’ away with…

but with the dreams we had,
I’ll carry on, wear ’em,
like through a long war been
broken medallion…

verse3:
but even now while I, try to regain control,
and just stroll as time rolls the ball of life
(long before I’ll be anyone’s wife)
some silly stuff still remained the same
like your name tattooed in my brain
at the in vain pain section, but with no question
in the future I’ll be makin’ my selection,
with much more care, and no man should dare
come even close to me, who supposed to be
a sweetheart, tryin’ to chart my heart
but his wise words ain’t weight more
then just a faint fart…
tryin’ to tell me who I am,
well oh, hello, and goodbye
mr. nowhere man!

bridge:
what a record breakin’

refr.:
-you were gettin’ away with…
refr.:
amikor nekem még, akkor már neked elég,
nekem a szívem ég, nálad csak olvad a jég,
de ha a zene szól, s lassanként elfogy a szó,
magával ragadó, ilyen egy végzetes tangó…
amikor nekem még, akkor már neked elég,
nekem a szívem ég, nálad csak olvad a jég,
de ha a zene szól, s lassanként elfogy a szó,
mondd meg ez mire jó…

rap:
it’s 5 o’ clock
and the pause in the air
like an inserted finger
holdin’ the clock
eyes wide open, lips ain’t movin’
accusations make no sense,
yet the silence is proovin’
that nobody is innocent.

verse1:
soha én nem ismertem márt,
akivel így fájt a szakítás,
se veled, se nélküled nem jó,
ez így nem megoldható.
talán csak az időzítés rossz,
érzem már, hogy hiányozni fogsz,
de valahol te is tudtad rég,
ez egyszer véget ér.

refr.:
amikor nekem még, akkor már neked elég…

verse 2:
soha én nem ismertem márt…

refr.:
amikor nekem még, akkor már neked elég…

rap:
you may step into the play
as a guest with th rest,
just roll in for the ball,
’cause it seems like them all’ve
been gathered together
for a round of a chess,
no stress: yes!
love is the name of the game,
but if you try to be in it to win it,
you’re choosin’ to be losin’,
who is out, who is in
and who’s the lucky one to win
„boy you miss too mutch these days,
if you stop to think…” (U2!)
with all these jealous business
you ain’t goin’ nowhere,
so what about some lovin’,
before the game is over?

refr.:
amikor nekem még, akkor már neked elég…