Tekster:
The Action Design Eyes On Me

say With one foot in the door they've found a way in I felt his eyes on me He was watching me sleep I felt his eyes on me He was watching me sleep

to say With one foot in the door they've found a way in I felt his eyes on me He was watching me sleep I felt his eyes on me He was watching me

your eyes Who ain't ready, holler out I Well ain't nobody hollering, 'cause all is perfect The groove is a wave, and my rhyme's a surfing The track design

your eyes Who ain't ready, holler out I Well ain't nobody hollering, 'cause all is perfect The groove is a wave, and my rhyme's a surfing The track design

grab your hand, we run outside and dance in the dimming sun Light through the leaves casts a zillion crescents on the ground And you say hold me tight

our nation, practicin' my acetate, masturbation Watchin the expressions on the faces Of the ones designated to be the queens, kings, and aces How many miles can you put on

step on toes, now you're dissed - case closed Cause like it or not, action is gettin there So keep on sittin there, riffin and splittin hair And critizisin, I got my eyes

keep your head low The world I know.. is a world much too slow! Can't move fast enough chi-ild You better stay on the low child! [t-mo] Uhh, my eyes

just keep on runnin' Keep on runnin' Tequila Sunrise It's another tequila sunrise Starin' slowly 'cross the sky, said goodbye He was just a hired hand Workin' on