Can’t StopHilltop Hoods

[Verse 1]
Can't stop, addicted to the shindig
Chop Top, he says I'm gonna win big
Choose not a life of imitation
Distant cousin to the reservation
Defunct, the pistol that you pay for
This punk, the feelin' that you stay for
In time I want to be your best friend
East side love is living on the West End
Knocked out, but, boy, you better come to
Don't die, you know, the truth as some do
Go write your message on the pavement
Burn so bright, I wonder what the wave meant
White heat is screamin' in the jungle
Complete the motion if you stumble
Go ask the dust for any answers
Come back strong with fifty belly dancers

[Chorus]
The world I love, the tears I drop
To be part of the wave, can't stop
Ever wonder if it's
All for you?
The world I love, the trains I hop
To be part of the wave, can't stop
Come and tell me when it's
Time to

[Verse 2]
Sweetheart is bleeding in the snow cone
So smart, she's leadin' me to ozone
Music, the great communicator
Use two sticks to make it in the nature
I'll get you into penetration
The gender of a generation
The birth of every other nation
Worth your weight, the gold of meditation
This chapter's gonna be a close one
Smoke rings, I know you're gonna blow one
All on a spaceship, persevering
Use my hands for everything but steering
Can't stop the spirits when they need you
Mop tops are happy when they feed you
See Suffa flyin' through the treetop
A bird that blows the meaning into bebop

[Chorus]
The world I love, the tears I drop
To be part of the waves, can't stop
Ever wonder if it's
All for you?
The world I love, the trains I hop
To be part of the waves, can't stop
Come and tell me when it's
Time to

[Bridge]
And I can feel it
Coming in the air tonight
Oh Lord
I’ve been waiting for this moment
For all of my life
Oh Lord
I can feel it
Coming in the air tonight
Oh Lord
I've been waiting for this moment
For all my life
Hold on (Cheah)

[Verse 3]
Can't stop, addicted to the shindig
Chop Top, he says I'm gonna win big
Choose not a life of imitation
Distant cousin to the reservation
Defunct, the pistol that you pay for
This punk, the feelin' that you stay for
In time I want to be your best friend
East side love is living on the West End
Knocked out, but, boy, you better come to
Don't die, you know, the truth as some do
Go write your message on the pavement
Burn so bright, I wonder what the wave meant
Can't stop the spirits when they need you
This life is more than just a read-through