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In the heat of the night, when you know it ain t right
But you do what you wanna do
You do what you feel, cos no one can feel like you

Out in the summertime city, ain t it a pity, there s so much to tie you
down
You re leavin tonight to somewhere you can t be found

While down at the end of town, at a pool hall where they all hang around
You hear them talking about the girls and you
They talk about what they re gonna do
Then you ask yourself, is this where you belong? Is it right or is it
wrong?
Does it matter what s right in the heat of the night

Out in the streets tonight, under the neon lights
You re searchin for somethin new
But nothin is real and no one can feel like you
They say eagles fly in this red hot sky, but were they just passin through
Or did they look down to see what you found was true

But still in a ragged mind
You ve got something to believe in, but there s so much to find
As the bright lights dim and the night closes in
You thought everything is ending, but it s yet to begin
And you ain t seen nothin yet, but what you see you ll never forget
And you say

(Why oh why) Did it take you so long to want something more
(Why oh why) Did you never get off on this before
(Why oh why) Well here it is, the love you ve been waitin for
(Why oh why) Standin in front of you like an open door

(Instrumental break)

Then you ask yourself, is this where you belong? Is it right or is it
wrong?
Does it matter what s right in the heat of the night

In the heat of the night, when you know it ain t right
But you do what you wanna do
You do what you feel, cos no one can feel like you

I wanna teen you
I wanna freak you
I wanna show you baby
that I need you

I want your body
to the very last trump
I want you to huller
when you want me to stop

and who can...

Out on the dancefloor I disappear
Out on the dancefloor I am not here
Out on the dancefloor I disappear
Out on the dancefloor I am not here

I don t think, I disappear
I don t think, no stupid fears
I don t think, about my hair
I don t think, about the clothes I wear

Just...

I try not to panic
And hold on to the pieces
It s hard to stop my heart from racing

If I could sprint into tomorrow
If I could reach to where I ve never been
Get to where I m facing

I don t want to be...

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Cóż bez gitary jestem dzisiaj wart
Co z tego, że zostawił groszy parę

Worth

[Bell]
[whispers of Outlaw]
[Fatal]- Yall muthafuccaz don t wanna die
stop all that bull shit frontin and all that talk
a real nigga will pick the time, to go what

Verse one
Kadafi like the lyrical father hezzy
give me...