| Song | Hypo Full Of Love (The 12 Step Plan) |
| Artist | Alabama 3 |
| Album | Exile On Coldharbour Lane |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Love, Love | |
| Brothers and Sisters, I have a confession to make this evening. I been a goddamn fool, hanging out on that street corner with hoes and junkies - living my life so low. But D. Wayne Love, he walked into my life. He said "Larry. I got a twelve step plan for you Brother." And tonight for you people we gonna share his message with you. | |
| Step One | |
| You gotta consider yourself completely powerless under me, D. Wayne. | |
| Step Two | |
| You figure that's just gotta be jelly 'cos jam just don't shake like that. | |
| Step Three now | |
| Make a searching inventory of all your good shit. | |
| Step Four | |
| Inventory taken, handed owingly over to me. | |
| Step Five D. Wayne | |
| Having divined I am the real thing, get down on your knees. | |
| Step Six | |
| And humbly ask me to remove your under-things. | |
| Step Seven | |
| And make ready for me to do my thing. | |
| Talk About Step Eight | |
| Naked now, you're ready to understand my kind of loving. | |
| Step Nine D. Wayne | |
| Lovin' mens, lovin' womens, lovin' all God’s creatures. | |
| Step Ten | |
| Your divestments complete, I may or may not be turned on by you. | |
| Step Eleven | |
| If I am turned on by ya I probably thing you're about ready to become... | |
| Step Twelve | |
| ... a lowly little reverend. Just making your way, day by day in the congregation. Hustling for a dollar here, a dollar there. Bringing it all back to the all powerful, all mighty, all wise D-W-A-Y-N-E Love. | |
| Born to make love, baby! | |
| Wanna get high now! | |
| That's right! | |
| If you see me standing on the corner, money in my hand. | |
| Well I ain't waiting for no taxi honey, I'm waiting for my man. | |
| But I tell ya. | |
| He ain’t selling heroin. He ain’t selling crack cocaine. | |
| No sir, Mr Dope Fiend. No special today. | |
| He got enough of that stuff gonna move you up yeah, to the higher plane. | |
| So easy. | |
| Shoot me up. | |
| In the mainline. | |
| Shoot me up. | |
| In the mainline. | |
| Shoot me up. | |
| In the mainline. | |
| With a hypo full of love. | |
| With a hypo full of love. | |
| Shoot me up. | |
| Deep down inside. | |
| Come on, shoot me up. | |
| Ain't nobody can hide. | |
| Come on, shoot me up. | |
| Come on D. Wayne. | |
| With a hypo full of love. | |
| And his hypo full of love. | |
| Your monkey's messing with bad medicine, and you be down with the Jones. | |
| I got the cure, do you want it? | |
| I see you're sweating, shaking, your body's aching badly, feel the fever in your bones now. | |
| Oooh, I'm sooo sick! | |
| Trip-trip-trip-tripping out, you start a count, the minutes down to loose the misery. | |
| Losing faith sucka? No way! | |
| Baby there's no need to go under, ring-a D. Wayne’s number up and you be feeling free now. | |
| 7-3-8-L-O-V-E Love! | |
| Singing | |
| Shoot me up. | |
| In the mainline. | |
| Come on, shoot me up. | |
| You know I feel fine. | |
| Come on, shoot me up. | |
| Every damn day. | |
| With a hypo full of love. | |
| With a hypo full of love. | |
| Shoot me up. | |
| Deep down inside. | |
| Come on, shoot me up. | |
| Well, you just can't hide. | |
| Come on, shoot me up. | |
| From D. Wayne Love. | |
| With a hypo full of love. | |
| Listen up now. | |
| Doctor! | |
| D. Wayne's on the mainline. Tell him what you want. | |
| D. Wayne's on the mainline. Tell him what you want. | |
| D. Wayne's on the mainline. Tell him what you want. | |
| Just call him up, and tell him what you want. | |
| If you're sick and you wanna get well, tell him what you want. | |
| Ah, don't hurt now. | |
| If you're sick and you wanna get well, tell him what you want. | |
| Hold on, I'm coming. | |
| If you're sick and you wanna get well, tell him what you want. | |
| Just call him up, and tell him what you want. | |
| With my hypo full of love. | |
| I need a hit now D. Wayne. I need a mother****in' hit! | |
| Straight in the mainline! | |
| Yeah Larry. Are you ready to drop? | |
| Shoot me up. | |
| In the mainline. | |
| Come on, shoot me up. | |
| In the mainline. | |
| Come on, shoot me up. | |
| In the mainline. | |
| With a hypo full of love. | |
| With a hypo full of love. | |
| Shoot me up. | |
| In the mainline. | |
| Come on, shoot me up. | |
| In the mainline. | |
| Come on, shoot me up. | |
| In the mainline. | |
| With a hypo full of love. | |
| Shoot me up. | |
| In the mainline. | |
| Come on, shoot me up. | |
| In the mainline. | |
| Come on, shoot me up. | |
| In the mainline. | |
| With a hypo full of love. | |
| Take it down. | |
| Shoot me up. | |
| In the mainline. | |
| Shoot me up. | |
| You know I feel fine. | |
| Shoot me up. | |
| Every damn day. | |
| With a hypo full of love. | |
| With a hypo full of love. | |
| Shoot me up. | |
| Shoot me up. | |
| Shoot me up. | |
| With a hypo full of love. | |
| Shoot me up. |
| zuo qu : Love, Love | |
| Brothers and Sisters, I have a confession to make this evening. I been a goddamn fool, hanging out on that street corner with hoes and junkies living my life so low. But D. Wayne Love, he walked into my life. He said " Larry. I got a twelve step plan for you Brother." And tonight for you people we gonna share his message with you. | |
| Step One | |
| You gotta consider yourself completely powerless under me, D. Wayne. | |
| Step Two | |
| You figure that' s just gotta be jelly ' cos jam just don' t shake like that. | |
| Step Three now | |
| Make a searching inventory of all your good shit. | |
| Step Four | |
| Inventory taken, handed owingly over to me. | |
| Step Five D. Wayne | |
| Having divined I am the real thing, get down on your knees. | |
| Step Six | |
| And humbly ask me to remove your underthings. | |
| Step Seven | |
| And make ready for me to do my thing. | |
| Talk About Step Eight | |
| Naked now, you' re ready to understand my kind of loving. | |
| Step Nine D. Wayne | |
| Lovin' mens, lovin' womens, lovin' all God' s creatures. | |
| Step Ten | |
| Your divestments complete, I may or may not be turned on by you. | |
| Step Eleven | |
| If I am turned on by ya I probably thing you' re about ready to become... | |
| Step Twelve | |
| ... a lowly little reverend. Just making your way, day by day in the congregation. Hustling for a dollar here, a dollar there. Bringing it all back to the all powerful, all mighty, all wise DWAYNE Love. | |
| Born to make love, baby! | |
| Wanna get high now! | |
| That' s right! | |
| If you see me standing on the corner, money in my hand. | |
| Well I ain' t waiting for no taxi honey, I' m waiting for my man. | |
| But I tell ya. | |
| He ain' t selling heroin. He ain' t selling crack cocaine. | |
| No sir, Mr Dope Fiend. No special today. | |
| He got enough of that stuff gonna move you up yeah, to the higher plane. | |
| So easy. | |
| Shoot me up. | |
| In the mainline. | |
| Shoot me up. | |
| In the mainline. | |
| Shoot me up. | |
| In the mainline. | |
| With a hypo full of love. | |
| With a hypo full of love. | |
| Shoot me up. | |
| Deep down inside. | |
| Come on, shoot me up. | |
| Ain' t nobody can hide. | |
| Come on, shoot me up. | |
| Come on D. Wayne. | |
| With a hypo full of love. | |
| And his hypo full of love. | |
| Your monkey' s messing with bad medicine, and you be down with the Jones. | |
| I got the cure, do you want it? | |
| I see you' re sweating, shaking, your body' s aching badly, feel the fever in your bones now. | |
| Oooh, I' m sooo sick! | |
| Triptriptriptripping out, you start a count, the minutes down to loose the misery. | |
| Losing faith sucka? No way! | |
| Baby there' s no need to go under, ringa D. Wayne' s number up and you be feeling free now. | |
| 738LOVE Love! | |
| Singing | |
| Shoot me up. | |
| In the mainline. | |
| Come on, shoot me up. | |
| You know I feel fine. | |
| Come on, shoot me up. | |
| Every damn day. | |
| With a hypo full of love. | |
| With a hypo full of love. | |
| Shoot me up. | |
| Deep down inside. | |
| Come on, shoot me up. | |
| Well, you just can' t hide. | |
| Come on, shoot me up. | |
| From D. Wayne Love. | |
| With a hypo full of love. | |
| Listen up now. | |
| Doctor! | |
| D. Wayne' s on the mainline. Tell him what you want. | |
| D. Wayne' s on the mainline. Tell him what you want. | |
| D. Wayne' s on the mainline. Tell him what you want. | |
| Just call him up, and tell him what you want. | |
| If you' re sick and you wanna get well, tell him what you want. | |
| Ah, don' t hurt now. | |
| If you' re sick and you wanna get well, tell him what you want. | |
| Hold on, I' m coming. | |
| If you' re sick and you wanna get well, tell him what you want. | |
| Just call him up, and tell him what you want. | |
| With my hypo full of love. | |
| I need a hit now D. Wayne. I need a mother in' hit! | |
| Straight in the mainline! | |
| Yeah Larry. Are you ready to drop? | |
| Shoot me up. | |
| In the mainline. | |
| Come on, shoot me up. | |
| In the mainline. | |
| Come on, shoot me up. | |
| In the mainline. | |
| With a hypo full of love. | |
| With a hypo full of love. | |
| Shoot me up. | |
| In the mainline. | |
| Come on, shoot me up. | |
| In the mainline. | |
| Come on, shoot me up. | |
| In the mainline. | |
| With a hypo full of love. | |
| Shoot me up. | |
| In the mainline. | |
| Come on, shoot me up. | |
| In the mainline. | |
| Come on, shoot me up. | |
| In the mainline. | |
| With a hypo full of love. | |
| Take it down. | |
| Shoot me up. | |
| In the mainline. | |
| Shoot me up. | |
| You know I feel fine. | |
| Shoot me up. | |
| Every damn day. | |
| With a hypo full of love. | |
| With a hypo full of love. | |
| Shoot me up. | |
| Shoot me up. | |
| Shoot me up. | |
| With a hypo full of love. | |
| Shoot me up. |
| zuò qǔ : Love, Love | |
| Brothers and Sisters, I have a confession to make this evening. I been a goddamn fool, hanging out on that street corner with hoes and junkies living my life so low. But D. Wayne Love, he walked into my life. He said " Larry. I got a twelve step plan for you Brother." And tonight for you people we gonna share his message with you. | |
| Step One | |
| You gotta consider yourself completely powerless under me, D. Wayne. | |
| Step Two | |
| You figure that' s just gotta be jelly ' cos jam just don' t shake like that. | |
| Step Three now | |
| Make a searching inventory of all your good shit. | |
| Step Four | |
| Inventory taken, handed owingly over to me. | |
| Step Five D. Wayne | |
| Having divined I am the real thing, get down on your knees. | |
| Step Six | |
| And humbly ask me to remove your underthings. | |
| Step Seven | |
| And make ready for me to do my thing. | |
| Talk About Step Eight | |
| Naked now, you' re ready to understand my kind of loving. | |
| Step Nine D. Wayne | |
| Lovin' mens, lovin' womens, lovin' all God' s creatures. | |
| Step Ten | |
| Your divestments complete, I may or may not be turned on by you. | |
| Step Eleven | |
| If I am turned on by ya I probably thing you' re about ready to become... | |
| Step Twelve | |
| ... a lowly little reverend. Just making your way, day by day in the congregation. Hustling for a dollar here, a dollar there. Bringing it all back to the all powerful, all mighty, all wise DWAYNE Love. | |
| Born to make love, baby! | |
| Wanna get high now! | |
| That' s right! | |
| If you see me standing on the corner, money in my hand. | |
| Well I ain' t waiting for no taxi honey, I' m waiting for my man. | |
| But I tell ya. | |
| He ain' t selling heroin. He ain' t selling crack cocaine. | |
| No sir, Mr Dope Fiend. No special today. | |
| He got enough of that stuff gonna move you up yeah, to the higher plane. | |
| So easy. | |
| Shoot me up. | |
| In the mainline. | |
| Shoot me up. | |
| In the mainline. | |
| Shoot me up. | |
| In the mainline. | |
| With a hypo full of love. | |
| With a hypo full of love. | |
| Shoot me up. | |
| Deep down inside. | |
| Come on, shoot me up. | |
| Ain' t nobody can hide. | |
| Come on, shoot me up. | |
| Come on D. Wayne. | |
| With a hypo full of love. | |
| And his hypo full of love. | |
| Your monkey' s messing with bad medicine, and you be down with the Jones. | |
| I got the cure, do you want it? | |
| I see you' re sweating, shaking, your body' s aching badly, feel the fever in your bones now. | |
| Oooh, I' m sooo sick! | |
| Triptriptriptripping out, you start a count, the minutes down to loose the misery. | |
| Losing faith sucka? No way! | |
| Baby there' s no need to go under, ringa D. Wayne' s number up and you be feeling free now. | |
| 738LOVE Love! | |
| Singing | |
| Shoot me up. | |
| In the mainline. | |
| Come on, shoot me up. | |
| You know I feel fine. | |
| Come on, shoot me up. | |
| Every damn day. | |
| With a hypo full of love. | |
| With a hypo full of love. | |
| Shoot me up. | |
| Deep down inside. | |
| Come on, shoot me up. | |
| Well, you just can' t hide. | |
| Come on, shoot me up. | |
| From D. Wayne Love. | |
| With a hypo full of love. | |
| Listen up now. | |
| Doctor! | |
| D. Wayne' s on the mainline. Tell him what you want. | |
| D. Wayne' s on the mainline. Tell him what you want. | |
| D. Wayne' s on the mainline. Tell him what you want. | |
| Just call him up, and tell him what you want. | |
| If you' re sick and you wanna get well, tell him what you want. | |
| Ah, don' t hurt now. | |
| If you' re sick and you wanna get well, tell him what you want. | |
| Hold on, I' m coming. | |
| If you' re sick and you wanna get well, tell him what you want. | |
| Just call him up, and tell him what you want. | |
| With my hypo full of love. | |
| I need a hit now D. Wayne. I need a mother in' hit! | |
| Straight in the mainline! | |
| Yeah Larry. Are you ready to drop? | |
| Shoot me up. | |
| In the mainline. | |
| Come on, shoot me up. | |
| In the mainline. | |
| Come on, shoot me up. | |
| In the mainline. | |
| With a hypo full of love. | |
| With a hypo full of love. | |
| Shoot me up. | |
| In the mainline. | |
| Come on, shoot me up. | |
| In the mainline. | |
| Come on, shoot me up. | |
| In the mainline. | |
| With a hypo full of love. | |
| Shoot me up. | |
| In the mainline. | |
| Come on, shoot me up. | |
| In the mainline. | |
| Come on, shoot me up. | |
| In the mainline. | |
| With a hypo full of love. | |
| Take it down. | |
| Shoot me up. | |
| In the mainline. | |
| Shoot me up. | |
| You know I feel fine. | |
| Shoot me up. | |
| Every damn day. | |
| With a hypo full of love. | |
| With a hypo full of love. | |
| Shoot me up. | |
| Shoot me up. | |
| Shoot me up. | |
| With a hypo full of love. | |
| Shoot me up. |