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Service and devotion, I motion to continue With the style I bring you-the style I bring you In the Hotel California and they're turning down the beds And I came to spread love to the west coast heads Love letters to Brooklyn from the Hollywood Hills No frills, a thrill seeker seeking real cheap thrills Like rain crying into a reservoir Come out, come out wherever you are I said come out, come out wherever you are To all the MC's/to the gay MC's (but they grow orange trees in LA) To the hearts of gold NYC seasons change, summers fold And I know I'm geeting old Service and devotion, I motion to continue With the style I bring you-the style I bring you We're driving round, our feet are flying over the ground No time to sleep I'm writing rhymes and you're counting sheep From the east coast to the west coast There is always one ghost-hiding in your dreams and lurking unbeknowst Asking what are you afraid of-why you have the chills? Said we rock the bottom of the valleys to the top of the hills Now you're paying close attenion to all of our verses Said you're learning all the words and counting all of the curses And I don't know where I'mm going cause I can't seem to see Beyond tomorrow through the haze, through the cloouds how it'll be And the past is nothing but a memory to me Service and devotion, I motion to continue With the style I bring you-the style I bring you Towering and cowering and tumbling and falling My telephone keeps ringing but I said to stop calling me My head is filled with cotton, now it's soaked up in the years And it's soaked in the tears and the fears and the beers Everyday I be rotting up in urban decay You know I'm headed to the Betty said this girl in the worst way Insanity and vanity, I'm giving into sin I said "Oh the humanity" and pass another valium And Muggs not drugs-hugs and french kisses I'm that crasy bitch who flips all of the switches Oh boy-listen to me When I say hop that plane 'cause you've got nothing to lose And everything, everything, eveerything to gain Service and devotion, I motion to continue With the style I bring you-the style I bring you
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