Monday, March 14, 2011

Jason J - Sector 9




Em, B, A

and so please stop pretending,
im already broken, already broken
just leave me in pieces,
past of seasons of, the seasons of our love

many people say that love is blind
but it dont appear to be a friend of mine
takes all my happiness, takes all my time
break down my chorus, baby break down my lines

do i really need this light of affection
nothing ever really gets close to perfection
scannin all the lovers in the movies ive seen
wishin that it could all happen to me

my nights, my eyes cry as my days go by
early in the mornin when i close my eyes
its a picture of us with my face scratched off
so i pick up my board and i hit the sidewalk

cruisin down the street and im feelin fine
carving wide and deep on my sector nine
with my mind at ease as im picking up speed
with my thoughts are mellow turn my troubles into jello

and please stop pretending,
im already broken, already broken
just leave me in pieces,
past of seasons of, the seasons of our love

she got da kine. Baby she got da good
time to rock and roll down the neighborhood
cuz these streets I’ve been riding up and down her block.
Full of that jazz and baby full of that rock

When she side step, wide step
Dancing out to the night
Cuz shes tired of that beat that I’ve been bringing around.
So I turn to tricky nicky and turn that smile upside down

And so please stop pretending,
im already broken, already broken
just leave me in pieces,
past of seasons of, the seasons of our love

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