YOUNG GUN SILVER FOX - West Side Jet

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Hmm hmmm
He's got a spring in his step
Fighting on the dance floor
He's a West Side Jet
Strutting out the door
And there will come each day
A time to be afraid
But he always stands his ground
It's human nature
What doesn't kill you makes ya
He's always looking over his shoulder yeah
Won't see him running
And man I'll tell you something
Nobody throws it down like this West Side Jet
But he's just a boy
Who wouldn't touch a fly
Yeah he's the West Side Jet
Who ain't afraid to cry
And like every boy
From the other side of town
Yeah, you're a West Side Jet
Or you're six feet underground
Cause every now and then
You gotta to put up a defense
When you know you can't back down
It's human nature
What doesn't kill you makes ya
He's always looking over his shoulder yeah
Won't see him running
But man I'll tell you something
You put your money down on the cold sure bet
Cause it's in his nature
What doesn't kill you makes ya
He's always looking over his shoulder yeah
You won't see him coming
And man I'll tell you something
Nobody throws it down like this West Side Jet
Oh ohhhh
Mmm ohhh
Yeahhh
Each night he prays
When he's wide awake
Wishing all his pain would go away
Dreams of islands
A paradise
Where all his troubles float to space (to space)
Ohhhh
It's human nature
What doesn't kill you makes ya
You're always looking over your shoulder yeah
Won't see him running
But man I'll tell you something
You put your money down on the cold sure bet
Cause it's in his nature
What doesn't kill you makes ya
He's always looking over his shoulder yeah
You won't see him coming
But man I'll tell you something
Nobody throws it down like this West Side Jet