Lyrics:
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson -
"The Summer of ‘42"
Gotta move on, I gotta see tomorrow
Gotta move on, gotta get ahead
I can't look back
There's
that im the mine[00:46.42]No after thought[00:47.26]Means im on your mind[00:48.69]On your mind[00:49.56]Back in[00:50.40]An then I go[00:51.44]Im
fill her up with gratitude[00:51.42]Bar after bar that I drop without fail, got me thinking that I'm eating B Rabbits food[00:55.29]Uh[00:55.77]Not about
the steel mesh[00:42.89]Swipe away blue spider web[00:45.89]The trees crying purple[00:48.98]And the walls a shade of red[00:52.49]Scurry through
in my face[02:35.13]I walk a certain way, I talk a certain way[02:38.42]There's a lot that I can say, it's the same day after day[02:42.03]I can't
challenge[00:37.36]It get deeper now[00:38.58]Heart turning cold[00:39.71]Soul seeping out[00:40.81]Leading now[00:41.59]Watching myself[00:42.58]I let my secrets
répondre, y a les ients-cli qui m'attendent
Désolé maman, 42 by night
J'me roule un blunt, j'suis dans la planque
J'peux pas trop répondre, y a les
hold it deep in a backwash of fear/
Envision what you want and just go after it/
Nobody can make it come into fruition but you/
The real question is: how
taste better than a hostess[01:37.14]Gorgeous[01:38.38]I said I love you on a post-it[01:40.71]Not embarrassed by your love[01:42.17]Take a picture, told
Es herrscht Bandenkrieg
Guerilla warfare, shootouts, real block shit
My style smoking like after a Glock spit
Guerilla warfare, shootouts, real
80 beats a minute beats a minute going by
There ain't nothing in it someday soon we gonna die
Cos from the beginning at the start of our lives
God
make it out the crib
But don't be talking crazy after only taking a sip
Got the 42 in my hand I told homie to keep it lit
But keep the opp's away
Cause
like my existence (Unhuh)
Some say he a gimmick, he do the most
A lifeline for most, I gave life to you hoes
By jus bein' me&embracin' my woes
My highs,
eyes[02:26.40]Baby don't stop[02:27.42]Don't stop, keep groovin'[02:29.21]Mesmerized by the way that you movin'[02:32.11]Nobody do it better[02:33.66]Gotta get myself
I was 4'2"
If I was taller would I get all the girls
Right now they just walk on by
I smile and wave
Save it for another day
When short is in style
A yellow Cadillac cruised by
And as I raced up 42nd Street
The ice man shouted, "Hey Paddy, it's time to die"
It's time to
It's time to
It's time to
...
on the biggest
Most disgustingly selfish vehicles
Driven by the ugliest -
This is an example of how NOT to think
Day after week, after month, after year
Day
when you by my side[00:42.50]I feel, I feel when you by my side[00:48.11]Every time, every time[00:51.44]Every time you cross my mind[00:54.97]I get
42 days in the wilderness
And I'm back but I guess that time
Made me a little strange
But I'm myself now
I'm myself
42 days
Trying not to think of your
need help Because the black man is God
The government is after me And the worst is, black man is the Devil
I need help So this is to bring
Yeah, I got a question, after the show
After the set, after the music stops, what's next?
Are we just writing songs or are we concerned
With
down make dem bring market
Make u follow chop woods put your flames in the air
100 to 19 to 42 o
I cannot feel legs
50 bottles of casamigos
aleyi oma
After the club is the after party.
After the party is the hotel lobby.
And after that you know it's diamond crisp.
And after that I say excuse
No Tomb
We Shall Be Buried
Unprepared in the Sand
We Shall Never Be The Blessed Dead
Scorned By Asar
Condemned at the Weighing of the Heart
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