Throw Some D's (Travis Barker Remix) .......... Rich Boy

You Know What It Is .......... T.I.

Wanna Know .......... Obie Trice

Southside .......... Common feat. Kanye West

Gone Daddy Gone / I Just Want To Make Love To You .......... Gnarls Barkley

Salvador .......... Jamie T

I Ain't Hard To Find .......... Paul Wall

Alsatian .......... White Rose Movement

Weekend Jumpoff .......... Kevin Michael Featuring Saigon

Hip Hop .......... Dead Prez

Jealous .......... Flo Rida

Don't Do That .......... Saigon

Tell Me In The Morning .......... Cold War Kids

Staring At The Sun .......... TV on The Radio

(Feat. Andre 3000, The Game, Jim Jones & others)

[Intro - female voice]
I used to think about immature things
Y'know like, do you love me? Do you want me?
Are you gon' call me like you said you would?
Is this really your real phone number?

[Lil Jon]
Wait a minute motherfuckers!

[Andre 3000]
Ain't a hood nigga but a nigga from the ho-od
See mama stayed on me so I turned out pretty go-od
But if you wanna try it sucker now then we can do it
Ha ha sleep, Tylenol PM if I pull it
Sh-sh-sheep, count 'em for the rest of ya life
Yeah yeah ya partner got away but now he vegetable-like
So so I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8
He can die, any second, how much long it's 'gon take?!
'Gon get it over with, oh what if, you were in my loafers then
You might be the dope but I would flush it down the toilet
Like the boys in blue, when they come through with them boots
And they kickin down the do', and they don't care who they shoot
But we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do
So we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back
But they comin from the back, so we run back to the front
They say get down on ya knees we say what the fuck you want?!
They want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want mo'
Than I wanna give 'em but if I keep talkin they won't know
That my cousin in the back, and we call him Roto-Rooter
Slash plumber, cash runner, and he fire on them computers
Log out!

[Chorus: Rich Boy]
... fuck niggaz wanna jack
Shit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac
Throw, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac
Throw some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac
Rich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack
Shit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac
Throw, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac
Throw some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac

[Jim Jones]
Shout outs to Rich Boy, Mobile Alabama
Let's get it

Shout outs to Rich Boy, we all wanna be rich boy
Alabama Bricks Boy tryin to get them big toys (HUSTLIN)
Two-twelve motorin tell Harry "Throw some D's on that bitch!"
Now I'm gettin fly couple G's on the fit
I'm at the jeweler now throw some freeze on the bitch
I got a chest cold and I might sneeze on the bitch
We at the strip club we throw some G's on that bitch cause we BALLIN!!!!
We all OutKasts, hot cars, we coppin cash
Chop shop, the added stash, cop cars can kiss my ass
The car wash my whips, glowin no tints we fish bowlin
No top with the piff blowin "Throw some D's on that bitch!"
And we go hard, Zone 4, D-Boy squad
We don't need the bar coast with lawyers baby just to beat the charge
We got a fetish coppin speedy cars charge it to my Visa card
They never thought that we'd get large

[Murphy Lee + (Nelly)]
Lunatics sittin fat (St. Louis on the map)
Sixty nine wet black (I just got my Cutty back)
Throw some D's on that ho (I just got my Cutty back)
Throw, throw some D's on that ho (I just got my Cutty back)

[Nelly]
How could I slip? How could I fall?
When yo baby mama got my poster high up on her wall
And that ain't all she done gave me them drawers

[Murphy Lee + (Nelly)]
I'm Murphy Lee please tell yo' sexy little sister (I called)
Last time she asked me for some money I was (sent to the North)
But now I'm rich and she can get it see these D's match my fitted

[Nelly]
My paint is banana splitted inside is totally ignant
Outside is totally kitted
To be specific it's wicked how them Derrty Boyz did it

[Murphy Lee + (Nelly)]
That Buick Regal (I lit it) My Monte Carlo's (terrific)
That El Dorado (Got switches) Tamika and them (I done hit it)
That twenty mill (I done spent it) That house on the hill (I live it mayne)
And that diamond herringbone you know them niggaz did it
Walk up in the strip club, lookin for a big butt
Shawty wanna get fucked, I brought about ten what?
Throw throw some ones on 'em Mo - I brought about ten what?
Throw throw some ones on 'em Mo - I brought about ten what?

[Chorus: Rich Boy + (Lil Jon)]
Rich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack
Shit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac
Throw some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac
Throw some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac
(Let's go!!!!)

[Rich Boy]
It's Rich Boy yeah baby I'm a baller
I dropped a hit and had to go park my Impala
I threw some D's on that Lac and now it's taller
They see the wheels on my De Ville so they holla
Let's get this dollar, I got the fat man Lac
Took it to the paint shop and got the fat man black
I hold my jacket with my Tokyo Adidas on
Ho don't even call my phone if you ain't gonna get me on
So fuck you haters, I'll see you later
Might see the gator, in my Escalator
Mama told me put some D's on it son you ridin wrong
So I took them 20's off and put the monster wheels on

[Chorus: Rich Boy]
Rich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack
Shit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac
Throw, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac
Throw some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac
Rich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack
Shit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac
Throw, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac
Throw some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac

[The Game]
All red Chevrolet, 26's ridin high
Dukes of Hazzard doors, in Compton we call 'em suicides
Suede roof, leather seats, woodgrain steerin wheel
Candy apple hardtop, Game logo on the grill
California license plate ridin through the A-T-L
Keep my tires bald I never leave a paper trail
Nah I'm a keep it clean, ball when I hit the scene
Elbow out the window, show 'em how to gangsta lean
Put Cali on the map, westside on my back
Hometown on my face, forty five on my lap
Twenty in my earlobe, hundred on my neck piece
Just bought a Bentley nigga and I'm a "Throw some D's on that bitch!"
Pull up at the rim shop and "Throw some D's on that bitch!"
Might as well cut the top
Let the sunshine in and the bass jump out
Hit the block 15's vibratin the whole fuckin house

[Chorus: Rich Boy]
Rich Boy sellin crack, fuck niggaz wanna jack
Shit tight, no slack, just bought a Cadillac
Throw, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac
Throw some, throw some D's on that bitch! Just bought a Cadillac...

[Wyclef]
Ay Boy, Don't Spill My Drink Boy
Pull It!
Now Listen..(Grand Hustle homie)
Everybody report to the bloodclot dancefloor
Wyclef all hands on deck (you love the beat)
(boy you know what it is)

[T.I.P & Wyclef]
Ay, (brat), Ay (brat), Ay (brat)
Yo T.I.P, talk to them bloodclot

[T.I.P]
I'm a real nigga Homie
Throw Six figga's on me
Got a pistol, You don't want it boy
You know what it is
Im way fly-er
My pays way higher
If they ever mention sire boy
You know what it is
I got that yama
You don't want no' problems
Line up that lama boy
You know what it is
I get Money, all I count is big money
Think its all she get from me boy
You know what it is

[Wyclef]
Yo T.I.P, let them little rock boys know how you movin
(Boy You Know What it is)

[T.I.P]
The wait is over here I go again I'm back in the play
Gon sell another couple mill and take it back to tha 'A
Gon take that other couple mill and put it back in the safe
Five cash for the crib on the back of the lake
I'm up in Crucial 2 steppin with a gat at my waist
T.I. aint in the streets no more foe-foe is that what they say?
Dont even try 'em when you see 'em boy you have to be great
Cuz this pistol hit you in the face your teeth youll have to replace
That's if you lucky trust me it wont hurt me to take
A Hundred thousand to them Haitians you'll be murdered today.

[T.I.P]
I'm a real nigga Homie
Throw Six figga's on me
Got a pistol, You don't want it boy
You know what it is
Im way fly-er
My pays way higher
If they ever mention sire boy
You know what it is
I got that yama
You don't want no' problems
Line up that lama boy
You know what it is
I get Money, all I count is big money
Think its all she get from me boy
You know what it is

[Wyclef]
Yo T.I.P, some boy wanna playa hate,
Let em know who tha king of the south is!
Talk to em!

[T.I.P]
Well they sweatin when they see me im apparently hot
Had the album of the year nigga grammy or not
Remember all day I used to stay at the spot
2 revolvers in my pocket pitch a hand of that rock
And now I'm chart toppin, aint a car I aint got
Im the #1 customer at my own car lot
If ya wanna know how much I make just imagine alot
You know I'm probably gettin more then you'd imagine I got
listen close I need to know if you understand me or not
if ya disrespectin me you and your man'll be shot.

[T.I.P]
I'm a real nigga Homie
Throw Six figga's on me
Got a pistol, You don't want it boy
You know what it is
Im way fly-er
My pays way higher
If they ever mention sire boy
You know what it is
I got that yama
You don't want no' problems
Line up that lama boy
You know what it is
I get Money, all I count is big money
Think its all she get from me boy
You know what it is

[T.I.P]
Well from the King of the south, to the king of the states
Ridin in a car you probably never seen in the states
No Idea how much yay I can bring in the states
You can bet one hundred on it for a million a day
Frank Lucus aint the only one to make a million a day
But it's a American Gangsta, I'm right here in ya face
And you dont wanna see P$C on the scene with a "K"
You think you running up and robbin that aint even the case
And just because you get away that dont mean its okay
You a dead man walking and I mean it okay.

[T.I.P]
I'm a real nigga Homie
Show Six figga's on me
I got a pistol
You don't want it
But You know what it is
Im way fly-er
my pay is way higher
If they ever mention sire
Boy You know what it is
about that drama
You don't want no' problems
Goatta love that lama
But you know what it is
I get Money, all I count is big money
this is all you get from me
Boy you know what it is

[Wyclef]
Some of dem boys want to talk what dey have done.
They guns sound like popcorn.

Since they wanna know
Since they wanna know
I said since they wanna know
Here's the formula on O, now lets go
{All I want is what's mine I don't care who I hurt}
Since they wanna know
{All I want is what's mine I don't care who I hurt}
Since they wanna know
Second rounds on me
Obie Trice
Emil hit em, let's go

[1st verse]
Ob Trice, the giant, standing a 5'8'' stature
Back with a second album, supplying ya Fear Factor
But Joe ain't the host my nigga, you have the access to the most
Noted flow on Shady's faction
And I ain't being cocky, if so accept my apology
Except, know I process my thoughts logically
First weeks sales tops the toll from tsunami
But haters like the L, it's the white boy behind me
But you couldn't inhale a flow that's more grimey
It would still prevale if another label sign me
Obie so timely, must Obie remind em
The first nigga to shine solo from the place ya find em
Native Detroiter, ghetto reporter, hit you wit some
Heavy metal for supporting what ya caught us
A little something different from the homie from Michigan
Basically, Obie's ripping on any instrument he's given, come on

[Chorus]
{All I want is what's mine I don't care who I hurt}
Since they wanna know
{All I want is what's mine I don't care who I hurt}
Since they wanna know
{End what's right and ??}
Since they wanna know
{All I want is what's mine I don't care who I hurt}
Since they wanna know

[2nd verse]
Four niggas in a whip
All foes say they ain't fucking with Trice shit
Somebody's lying, I'm undenying, denying me means that
The driver got influence over you on certain things
Be destinguished, just cuz you ain't feeling his favorite emcee
Don't mean you speak no English
Hop out the car, catch the bus
At least you be established as the man that you are
I hate to take it so far and so tedious
But niggas bleed like bitches, I'm truly believing this
Once a month, they wake up with a Obie tampon
Inserted in they nuts, give em the flux cuz my bucks is up
And no this ain't eBay, so please be easy
Gotta be delusional to think Obie is losing yo
Let em get a whiff of some shit, they quick to abuse it though

[chorus]

[3rd verse]
Peep what O's selling when I hit em with Van Halen
But it's just a man from the ghetto rebelling
Rebel without a cause, cause I'm in them Superman drawers
Running around the shack momma had us living
Now ya mans living a inch from truly killing em
A dude or ambition, a gift, given from the man who invented em
When the system Scrooged just like Lil Tim and em
Will bless the child who manuevers the censors, then
Spitting venom, have them same dudes interested in him
My visions unlimited, music's my outlet, I rock a outfit
For all the foul shit I witnessed, make it my business
To get a listener of one, clear description
If you hearing them, you would catch what I'm pitching
Guarantee to serve your addiction, c-c-come on

[chorus]

La, la, la, la, la - and e'rybody say
La, la, la, la, la - I know you, I know you...

I know you're thinking, thinking that it must be
I'm a raw flow cause it never get rusty
I aint gotta say it, man dawg trust me
Bust somebody head, T.L.C. where was we?
Still rock the prada 'fore that, rock the Starter
Niggas out in Georgetown, and Magic way harder
Thinking back to the projects, and they way they tore 'em all up
Like when I do a project, and come back and tear the mall up

[Chorus]
We coming from the..
South (side), South (side)
South (side), South (side)
South (side), South (side)
South (side), Side of the Chi

The broads, the cars, the half moon, the stars
I'm like Jeff Fort the way I get behind bars
Burn cd's with no regard for the stars
Come to the grip with conflict, diamonds and the arts
Back in '94 they call me Chi-town's Nas
Now them niggas know I'm one of Chi-town's gods
We even yo, you're still talking no cause
A conscious nigga with mac like Steven Jobs

[Chorus]

Your fly is open, McFly
The crowd is open I think I know why
I'm back from the future seen it with my own eyes
And yep, I'm still the future of the Chi
Back in college I had to get my back up off the futon
I knew that I couldn't cop a coup with no coupons
Look at that neutron on his green like two dimes
People asking him, "Do you have any grey poupon?"

[Chorus]

You in the building but the buildings falling
You wouldn't be ballin' if your name is Baldwin
My mind get flooded I think about New Orleans
Back in school, ya'll niggas you should call in August
Summer sun it goes down but I'm still revolving
Southside 'bout to walk it out, I still get crawling
If rap was Harlem, I be James Baldwin
With money in the bank like G. Rap, we're calling

[Chorus]

With niggas masked up like Phantom of the Opera
Dreaming of the day they push a phantom to the operas
Can't wait till they say, "Yeah, he ran up at the Oscars."
Poppa, I heard his life is like a movie
Like when Em' played him and Mekhi played a rasta
Mexican don't love it like it was for La Raza
But this is for the mobsters, Holla
We some true chi-town legends, accept no imposters

[Chorus]

Uh, the un-American idol, tower like the Eiffel
Lean wit it, rock wit it, back like the disciples
Know when to use a bible, and when to use a rifle
You rap like you should be on the back of a motorcycle
Caught a case of robbery, and 'Beat It' like Michael
Your career is a typo, mine was written like a haiku
I write to 'Do the Right Thing' like Spike do
Do crime fixed is crucial and trauma is psycho

[Chorus]

La, la, la, la, la, la, la-la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
We're coming from the...Hey!
*scratches*.. spice it up (la, la , la..)
Ya might have to spice it up
Spice it up, spice it up,
Take your life and...
Yo, we're coming from the...Hey!
We're coming from the...Hey!

...and this concludes our Chicago show
Please stay tuned

Beautiful girl lovely dress
High school smiles oh yes
Beautiful girl lovely dress
Where she is now I can only guess
Cause its gone daddy gone
Your love is gone
Gone daddy gone
The love is gone away
When I see you
Eyes will turn blue
When I see you
Thousand eyes turnin blue
Tell by the way you that you switch and walk
I can see by the way that you baby talk
I can know by the way you treat your man
I can love you baby til its a cryin
Beatiful girl lovely dress
15 smiles oh yes
Beautiful girl lovely dress
Where she is now I can only guess

From here to salvador, the ladies dance
To fill us reckless sons with passions of the heart

I've been round this town for so long, she's been dancing since the first day
I've been all around but I love coming back to see lucy

She swings me over to pull me out,
Twirls around and I fall about, in giggles and laugher, oh I'm plastered, can't damn help it I'm sorry love

Whats to falling feeling feet
Great for bouncing round these streets
Theyre lonely like you, are for me, to ask for a dance or two

A heart of gold, and a face so pale, with a second hand dress and lips of a temptress

Bar stool banshee, howled out at me,
The kings and queens at the clubs evolved from pubs
And two much broken heart love
Singing up the blues in locked boxed bedroom,
a wop bop baloo bop ta wop bamboo
Are you going to take the chance
Why do you care no one plays fair
And neither do the lords of the dance

From here to Salvador, the ladies dance, to fill us reckless sons, with passions of the heart

Well it's a bang bang Anglo Saxons at the disco
A tish you all fall down
Hound dogs round on the prowl
For the next young girl, who told her daddy,
"I'm going round Gemma's to learn and study, I'm young and so free and I'm kinda sexy, and when I'm on the floor all the boys they feel me, and old dear diary's never been a friend of mine."

From here to Salvador, the ladies dance, to fill us reckless sons, with passions of the heart

If you lookin' for me i aint hard to find
ill be right there posted on that 59
i got a burna in my lap at all times
and a bag a sticky icky green limes

i got that paper in them rubberbands stacked up
and i got somethin hidden in the stash wrapped up
if you see purple in my cup that mean im leanin tough
i got them haters on my back so i be strapped up
im in a league of my own while them haters throw stones
but my mind on cash im in the zone im grippin wood and tippin chrome
im well known my wrist is rocky like stalone
southlea is where i rome
the champ is here and there is no clone
off top im well respected on many blocks
so im pullin hundreds and smashin cocks
knockin these broads up out they socks
im in the hood like wig shops
look close i aint hard to spot
im right there at that gamblin spot
stackin up a fat not

HOOK(chorus 2x)

im a block burna like lil wayne
revisin the game like king james
the heads turnin like slim thug chain
im bangin hooks like sugar shane
im thowed off like major payne
talkin shit like brother lane
these boys talkin down on the name

but they all washed up like eddie kane
the slab roof like david blaine it dissappear like magic
glock nineteen made a plastic might stretch ya out jus like elastic
i stay up on my toes till tha day that my casket close
bankrolls and fine hoes fancy cars and starch clothes
weed cigars and moet rolls pints a bar and kushy dro
dime collector outside the club in candy toy with tha trunk exposed
swishahouse baby thats my crew roll wit us or you'll get ran thru
we loved by few and still tru let me tell yall jus wat it do

HOOK (chorus 2x)

its hustle time texas
i do this for tha streets
grindin wit no sleep because that paper wat i seek
that hatin need ta cease im evadin tha police
and i been hustlin since hulk hogan body slammed tha iron sheek
my flo is outta sight but them boys is all hype
they cant see me up on tha mic
so they be hatin me outta spite
some potent purple sprite i done paid my dues
i hear tha strong survive but the weak end up on fox news
sleepless nights wit burna in hand cause now a days them jackas plot
jealousy turn friends ta foes im packin glocks around tha clock
stackin nots and mackin hoes
chasin paper and ridin vogues
get that dough wit out tha po's
on five nine double O

HOOK (chorus 2x)

Kill comfort kill
Im an infidel
A simple sound
A scream to the sky
Slam-sacharine sam
Pushing my pram
With your harlequin words
You turned and said
Sicko psycophants
And with a poisionous rant
And requiem of fear
The gums and the teeth of the london street
Come on!

You run in the dark
Coz it makes you feel free
And the wind cuts your face
Coz you wanna believe
That out there something is real
The elixir of life
He licks down a knife
To her wet apperture
Kil comfort kill
Im infidel
Give me fireworks
Explode in the sky
Slam-fashion cazam
Pushing my pram
Turning the wheel too fast
They're all sicko psycophant with elasic banks
Kiss me with the kiss of death
Tell me im an indvidual boy
Come on!

You run in the dark
Coz it makes you feel free
And the wind cuts your face
Coz you wanna believe
That out there something is real
Put you dog on a leash
Put your dog on a leash
Just keep that sound away from me
Just keep that man away from me
With your surgical tears that callous in me
And when the people say
Yor better out than in
Cuz your mouth is undone
Your mouth is undone
But your blood is alive

texttext

Uh, uh, uh, 1, 2, 1, 2
Uh, uh, 1, 2, 1, 2, uh, uh
All my dogs

Hook

Its bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip
Its bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop

Uh, one thing bout music, when it hit you feel no pain
White folks say it controls your brain
I know better than that, thats game and we ready for that
Two soldiers head of the pack, matter of fact who got the gat?
And where my army at?
Rather attack and not react
Back the beats, it dont reflect on how many records get sold
On sex, drugs, and rock and roll, whether your projects put on hold
In the real world, these just people with ideas
They just like me and you when the smoke and camera disappear
Again the real world (world), its bigger than all these fake ass records
When poor folks got the millions and my womans disrespected
If you check 1,2, my word of advice to you is just relax
Just do what you got to do, if that dont work then kick the facts
If you a fighter, rider, ? bouter? , flame ignitor, crowd exciter
Or you wanna just get high, then just say it
But then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire, wolf-cry agent with a wire
Im gonna know it when I play it

Hook

Uh, who shot biggie smalls?
If we dont get them, they gonna get us all
Im down for runnin up on them crackers in they city hall
We ride for yall, all my dogs stay real
Nigga dont think these record deals gonna feed your seeds
And pay your bills because they not
Mcs get a little bit of love and think they hot
Talkin bout how much money they got, all yall records sound the same
I sick of that fake thug, r & b, rap scenario all day on the radio
Same scenes in the video, monotonous material, yall dont here me though
These record labels slang our tapes like dope
You can be next in line, and signed, and still be writing rhymes and broke
You would rather have a lexus, some justice, a dream or some substance?
A beamer, a necklace or freedom?
Still a nigga like me dont playa hate, I just stay awake
This real hip hop, and it dont stop until we get the po-po off the block
They call it....

Hook

Uh, dps got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
John blazed and shit what

Repeat

Fake, fake, fake records

texttext

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speak about Greenly
now that she's gone
take my time when I go to bed
and I sleep, Lord
I'm getting over
rolling over
I said can you just wait
to tell me in the morning?

slow it down
slow it down
lay it low
save it for the morning

I know that you would like
like to change me
make me softer
tune your voice like a baby
I'm using caution
bet you wanted
I wish you could wait
to tell me in the morning

slow it down
slow it down
lay it low
save it for the morning

I shouted questions
like a fierce fire
you tried to take me by the arm
into the light
I'm almost over
rolling over
I said could you just wait
to tell me in the morning?

slow it down
slow it down
lay it low
save it for the morning

and i'll tell you one more thing
I confess to self deception
pull the lock and pry it open
they're pretending to be stolen
I am my own thief in the night

struck up for mnay years
just to get here
between the humility
and be my own teacher
I guess it backfired
'cause my motive
was just to take and
never kept that way I guess

slow it down
slow it down
lay it low
save it for the morning

I shouted questions
like a fierce fire
you tried to take me into your arms and lead me to the light
I'm almost over
rolling over
I said could you just wait
to tell me in the morning?

slwo it down
slow it down
lay it low
save it for the moring

and I'll tell you one more thing
I confess to self deception
pull the lock and pry it open
they're pretending to be stolen
and I am my own thief in the night

cross the street from your storefront cemetary
hear me hailing from inside and realize

i am the conscience clear
in pain or ecstacy
and we were all weaned my dear
upon the same fatigue

staring at the sun
oh my own voice
cannot save me now
standing in the sea
it's just
one more breath
and then
down i go

your mouth is open wide
the lover is inside
and all the tumults done
collided with the sign
you're staring at the sun
you're standing in the sea
your body's over me

note the trees because
the dirt is temporary
more to mine than fact face
name and monetary

be what you will
and then thrown down your life
oh it's a damned fine game
and we can play all night

beat the skins and let the
loose lips kiss you clean
quietly pour out like light
like light, like answering the sun

you're staring at the sun
you're standing in the sea
your mouth is open wide
you're trying hard to breathe
the water's at your neck
there's lightning in your teeth
your body's over me