You ain't got no kind of feeling inside
I got something that'll sho nuff set yo' stuff on fire
You refuse to put anything before your pride
What I got will knock your pride aside
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Tell me something good
Tell me that you love me, yeah
Tell me something good
Tell me that you like it
Got no time is what you're known to say
(Got no time, no, got no time)
I'll make you wish there was 48 hours to each day
Your problem is you ain't been loved like you should
What I got to give will sho nuff do you goodI'll keep on diving til I reach the ends,
dredging up the past to drive me round the bendz,
what is it in me that I can't forget
I keep finding so much that I now regret.
But no, on I go down into the depths
turning things over that are better left
dredging up the past that has gone for good
trying to polish up what is rotting wood.
Something inside takes me down again
diving not for goblets but tin cans
dredging up the past for reasons so rife
passing bits of wrecks that once passed for life.
But I'll keep on diving till I drown the sea,
of things not worth, even mentioning
perhaps I'll come to the surface and come to my senses
but it's a very deep sea around my own devizes.
Diving, diving.