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Lyricist: Kindred the Family Soul
Lyrics:
I'm tired of broken street glass Not gettin' no ass unless the babies sleep But even then it seems like we're tryin' to creep Tired of payin' taxes, sendin' e-mails and faxes Tired of crooked cops Tired of black folk complaining that crime don't stop I wanna go to a place where lovers go Do the things that lovers do No stress A sweet caress from me to you I wanna do the things we used to do Say the things we used to say Just like everyday, all day
Far away from here Far away from here Far away from here Just jump in a taxi cab, pack a bag and get away fast Far away from here Far away from here Far away from here Just jump in a taxi cab, pack a bag and get away fast
Tired of late subway trains Tired of undeserved fame Tired of watchin' Somethin' on the T. V. Doin' nothin' Doin' nothin' I'd rather be lookin' at ya I'd rather be layin' with ya I don't wanna forget all the love we captured the day we met
I wanna go to a place where lovers go Do the things that lovers do No Stress A sweet caress from me to you I wanna do the things we used to do Say the things we used to say Just lay everyday, all day (3x)
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