Lyrics:
You speak to me in sign language
As I'm eating a sandwich in a small café
At a quarter to three
But I can't respond to your sign language
You're taking advantage, bringing me down
Can't you make any sound?
You speak to me in sign language
As I'm eating a sandwich in a small café
At a quarter to three
But I can't respond to your sign language
You're taking advantage, bringing me down
Can't you make any sound?
Signs that burn like shooting stars
That pass across the nighttime skies,
They reach out in their mystic language
For us to read between the lines.
Supposing you need a vacation
Brazil is the place you should be
But you don't understand
What they're saying
Or you can't read a sign that you see
But, you don't have to know the language
With the moon in the sky
And the girl in your arms
And a look in her eyes
You stop at the Copacabana
With the Sugar Loaf mountain in view
So the words on the menu mean nothing
You can't ask a soul what to do
But, you don't have to know the language
With the moon in the sky
And the girl in your arms
And a look in her eyes
When she smiles your way
What more would you want anyone to say
So you sigh, just sigh
You don't have to mention
That Yankee phrase: "Ay, ay"
Perhaps when you end your vacation
You bring back a bit of Brazil
So you can't understand
What she's saying
You need an interpreter still
But you don't have to know the language
If you don't want to say good-bye
With the moon in the sky
And a girl in your arms
And a look in her eyes
No you don't have to know
You don't have to know
The language isn't necessary
'Cause the meaning doesn't very
The language isn't necessary
When she smiles your way
What more would you want anyone to say
So you sigh just sigh
You don't have to mention
That Yankee phrase: "Ay, Ay"
So perhaps when you end your vacation
You bring back a bit of Brazil
But you can't understand
What she's saying
You need an interpreter still
But you don't have to know the language
If you don't want to say good-bye
Never lost in translation
'Cause you know what I want, boy
Treat it just like Givenchy (Givenchy)
It's expensive to taste
Ain't no need to remind ya
It's AG in your face
If you gon' keep speakin' my love language
You can talk your shit all night
You're the medication when I'm feelin' anxious
That's the kind of shit I like
Teach me how to love you
I'm unlearnin' what ain't right
I want you to keep speakin' my love language
Baby, talk your shit all night
Head over my shoes like whoa
Know you like an inside joke
Runnin' 'cause you just my speed
'Less you want it in slow-mo (in slow-mo)
I'm not what you had before (had before)
Your ex-girlfriend don't want no smoke (no smoke)
I ain't tryna sign no lease
I'm just gon' make you my home
Supposing you need a vacation
Brazil is the place you should be
But you don't understand
What they're saying
Or you can't read a sign that you see
But, you don't have to know the language
With the moon in the sky
And the girl in your arms
And a look in her eyes
You stop at the Copacabana
With the Sugar Loaf mountain in view
So the words on the menu mean nothing
You can't ask a soul what to do
But, you don't have to know the language
With the moon in the sky
And the girl in your arms
And a look in her eyes
When she smiles your way
What more would you want anyone to say
So you sigh, just sigh
You don't have to mention
That Yankee phrase: "Ay, ay"
Perhaps when you end your vacation
You bring back a bit of Brazil
So you can't understand
What she's saying
You need an interpreter still
But you don't have to know the language
If you don't want to say good-bye
With the moon in the sky
And a girl in your arms
And a look in her eyes
No you don't have to know
You don't have to know
The language isn't necessary
'Cause the meaning doesn't very
The language isn't necessary
When she smiles your way
What more would you want anyone to say
So you sigh just sigh
You don't have to mention
That Yankee phrase: "Ay, Ay"
So perhaps when you end your vacation
You bring back a bit of Brazil
But you can't understand
What she's saying
You need an interpreter still
But you don't have to know the language
If you don't want to say good-bye
Supposing you need a vacation
Brazil is the place you should be
But you don't understand
What they're saying
Or you can't read a sign that you see
But, you don't have to know the language
With the moon in the sky
And the girl in your arms
And a look in her eyes
You stop at the Copacabana
With the Sugar Loaf mountain in view
So the words on the menu mean nothing
You can't ask a soul what to do
But, you don't have to know the language
With the moon in the sky
And the girl in your arms
And a look in her eyes
When she smiles your way
What more would you want anyone to say
So you sigh, just sigh
You don't have to mention
That Yankee phrase: "Ay, ay"
Perhaps when you end your vacation
You bring back a bit of Brazil
So you can't understand
What she's saying
You need an interpreter still
But you don't have to know the language
If you don't want to say good-bye
With the moon in the sky
And a girl in your arms
And a look in her eyes
No you don't have to know
You don't have to know
The language isn't necessary
'Cause the meaning doesn't very
The language isn't necessary
When she smiles your way
What more would you want anyone to say
So you sigh just sigh
You don't have to mention
That Yankee phrase: "Ay, Ay"
So perhaps when you end your vacation
You bring back a bit of Brazil
But you can't understand
What she's saying
You need an interpreter still
But you don't have to know the language
If you don't want to say good-bye
Sal
I know you're trying to protect me
Searching for another truth
With your language and your poetry
From my ignorance and youth
Hey I did not come to argue
My life never made much sense
I just wish that I could hug you
You're my only defense
I don't understand your writing
I could barely sign my name
All I ever learned was fighting
But I'm not the only one to blame
The streets were dark with danger
I have to stand up for my friends
In a land where I'm a stranger
And the hatred never ends
Inmate
Killer wants to go on t.v.
I'm about my money mama
And tell Michelle I got my eye on Barack Obama
Tryin' to get that Madonna you know Hannah Montana
Can find me sittin' Indian style with the Dalai lama
Konichiwa I get my yin and say sayonara
I'm meditatin' and I'm in cahoots with a higher power
Mind on my money mind, mind, mind on my money yeah
Mind on my money mind, mind - Nam Myoho Renge Kyo
Mind on my money ayy, mind on my money babe
How does this money taste wine in your money's face
You see the signs and the teachin'
If you didn't know well this is grindin' season
Now and go get your gangs signs throw it up
All my niggas on them bikes throw it up
We don't care what you say we ain't goin' away
My niggas bring the heat like a summer day
So mind on my motherfuckin' money mind on my motherfuckin' money
I speak foreign languages and shit
But the language is speak is that money language
Flip mode bitch
Brinx I like how we do the Brinx truck job on these niggas homey
Time after time again I like niggas
And remind niggas how I hold out on motherfuckers
Niggas out here frontin' about they bread you can't trust it
Niggas my money so stupid call me warren busta buss
Nigga glad it ain't a toss and everythin' about me butters I've been countin'
Money so long I see dollar signs and different colors
My money is smear and smothered your money you hear me brother
Been about that bread like I was broke or still in the gutta
And in case you ain't know there will be no replacement
And them bags of Arab money I got stashed in the basement face it
When ever I shine I glisten and when ever I talk you listen
Ain't no money gettin' made in these street without my permission
I keeps it drug infested my money is well connected
It's to the point where my conglomerate is well respected
You need to check my method
I promise you I be the wrong nigga
When it comes to my money that you ever want to mess with
Grind like missionary labor holdin' indicatory paper
You ain't know?
(Famous)
Broken-hearted but you got paper now
I guess you still broke and famous
I told you don't get caught up with the wrong niggas
It's your life you gotta do what you do
I love to bust it down in the Caymans (Caymans)
Body like that make me stay in (stay in)
Dollar signs talk to me, sign language (sign language)
I can't lie to you and I hate it (hate it)
You know I sip just to pain kill (just to pain kill)
Double cup, same meal for my brain cells (brain cells)
What we do baby, this is grown business (oh no)
You into ventin', running up the phone bill (phone bill)
You know I smoke a lot for the pain, bitch (yeah)
Money talk, yeah, I speak the language (language)
If you fuck with me, you gonna sang this (sang this)
How you gon' be broke and famous?
(Oh)
I'll never leave again"
Sincerely, hugs and kisses
Affectionately always
After you, I was just a hopeless romantic
Been broken and damaged
Missed your calls, still managed
Now I'm not going anywhere
Eternally yours, I don't feel that fading
Looking at my man like, "that's my baby"
You holding my hand like, "That's my lady"
Thinking 'bout it now, I was hoping you'd save me
Call me up, spell it out
Baby, I was missing you still, I just didn't know how to say it
Songs that I wrote, wondered if you'd play it
Now you inbox 'cause you still my favorite
When I let you inside it, you decided to sign it, to sign it
Body language, ooh, I like it, excited, can't fight it
When I run into you now, baby, it's the perfect timing to dine in, to dive in
I wanna hear from your mouth, baby, tell me where your mind is, just chime in
Now I'm not going anywhere
Shit was on the rocks like the Harlem Shake (uh-huh)
But you know I'm from the Bronx, so I'm 'bout my cake
When you sent that email, you knew just what to say
We let it go once, Daddy, now it's back to stay (uh-huh)
It ain't up for debate, it ain't up for debate
The way we killin' this shit, we belong on the stage
They can tell I'm happy with you, baby, that's not fake
Said you loved my body, but it's still my face
Sincerely, hugs and kisses (come on)
Affectionately always
After you, I was just a hopeless romantic
Been broken and damaged
Missed your calls, still managed
Now I'm not going anywhere
Eternally yours, I don't feel that fading
Looking at my man like, "That's my baby"
You holding my hand like, "That's my lady"
Thinking 'bout it now, I was hoping you'd save me
Call me up, spell it out
Baby, I was missing you still, I just didn't know how to say it
Songs that I wrote, wondered if you'd play it
Now you inbox 'cause you still my favorite
When I let you inside it, you decided to sign it, to sign it
Body language, ooh, I like it, excited, can't fight it
When I run into you now, baby, it's the perfect timing to dine in, to dive in
I wanna hear from your mouth, baby, tell me where your mind is, just chime in
Now I'm not going anywhere
(Come on)
Uh-huh (aw, yeah)
Go
Come on
Damn it
No
I love you
Speak to me of universal laws
The whores hustle and the hustlers whore
All around me people bleed
Speak to me your song of greed
Speak to me of your inner charm
Of how you'll keep me safe from harm
I don't think so, I don't see
Speak to me of your inner peace, oh
Little people at the amusement park
City people in the dark
Speak to us, send us a sign
Just give us something to keep us trying
And the whores hustle and the hustlers whore
Too many people out of love
The whores hustle and the hustlers whore
This city's ripped right to the core
Speak to me of heroin and speed
Of genocide and suicide, of syphilis and greed
Speak to me the language of love
The language of violence, the language of the heart
This isn't the first time I've asked for money or love
Heaven and earth don't ever mean enough
Speak to me of heroin and speed
Just give me something I can believe
The whores hustle and the hustlers whore
Too many people out of love
The whores hustle and the hustlers whore
This city's ripped right to the core
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
(Kid)
You can take it out on me
You can take it out on me
Sometimes I don't mind you having the worst day
Oh, no, I don't
All the stress turned into built up energy
Yes it does
On the edge I'm your net go on and fall back
Easy on that pressure point I love to push that
Let your frustrations out right here
I'm your psychiatrist, let's talk about it
We can use sign language, I know your body
I see the weight weighing on your shoulders
It's so heavy
Let me be the meaning of your composure
Oh, oh
You can take it out on me
You can take it out on me
I'll be your punching bag hit me with all of your might
And get it all out 'til you feel light
And take it out on me
You can take it out on me
Yeah, I'm your plug
Whatever you need I make sure you get enough
And when your battery gets low
I'ma be the one to charge you up
Let me massage your mental and your physical
Whenever you lose doubt I'll be your miracle
When you're around me you should feel invincible
Please don't forget that
You can take it out on me (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
You can take it out on me (hey, hey, hey, hey)
I'll be your punching bag hit me with all of your might (hey)
And get it all out 'til you feel light (ooh-oh)
And take it out on me (oh-oh-whoa)
You can take it out on me (oh-oh-whoa)
Oh, I don't like the signs that the sign makers made.
So I'm going to steal out with my paint and brushes
I'll change the directions, I'll hit every street
It's the Tinseltown scandal, the Robin Hood vandal
She goes out and steals the king's English
And in the morning you wake up and the signs point to you
They say
"I'm so glad that you finally made it here,"
"You thought nobody cared, but I did, I could tell,"
And "This is your year," and "It always starts here,"
And oh "You're aging well."
Well I'm standing here on moving station
All the world is traveling by
To strange outlandish destinations
There they go, I wonder why
I may be crazy
But I'm no stupid
I get along
I use my silver tongue
You know I can dream in any language
Flying on my magic bed
And I don't need to work my passage
All I do is use my head
I may be crazy
But I'm no stupid
Sometimes I ramble
Then I'm Lucid
I might seem lazy
But I'm hurting no-one
I get along
I use my silver tongue
I know exactly what you're thinking
But you don't know what's in my mind
You went too fast and now your sinking
Because you forgot to read the signs
I believe, I trust, I promise, I wish love's just a throwaway kiss
In this Pidgin English
If you're so wise use your lips and your eyes
"Take it to the bridge," she sighs
You go cheep-cheep-cheep between bull's-eyes and bluster
Stiff as your poker face, keener than mustard
From your own back yard to the land of exotica
From the truth society to neurotic erotica
Silence is golden (money talks diamonds and ermine)
There's a word in Spanish (Italian and German)
In sign language, Morse code, semaphore and gibberish
Have you forgotten how to say it
In your Pidgin English?
How many more times?
How many more marches?
How many more signs?
How many more lives?
How many more times?
Tell me how can you be quiet?
You know the language of the unheard, is a riot
All we ever see from you is violence (true)
You know you ain't no better if you silent
You talking 'bout the city on fire (oh, oh)
Where your rage when my people die?
I have never had a devastating loss
Watch over me when my bell rings
I would rather be lucky than smart
Throw me a rope so I can blow rings
I'm exhausted by romance
I was lost in the languages
Guardian Angel, what do you see?
I have tripped on all your signs
I would rather give blood than make art
You're so mysterious when your light shines
I'm exhausted by romance
I was lost in the languages
I'm exhausted by romance
I was lost, I was lost in the languages
I'm exhausted by romance
Teachers, teach us for 20 odd years
My head balloon you tried to pierce my ears
Preachers, preachers send their menace so well
Can't compare to the wind in our sails
I'm exhausted by romance
I was lost in the languages
I'm exhausted by romance
I was lost, I was lost in the languages
I'm exhausted by romance
I'm exhausted by romance
I'm exhausted by romance
I'm exhausted by romance
We can send out pictures, symbols,
Chemical formulas or language.
The magic of music is a sign of consciousness
That could be understood
On far-flung worlds millions of light years from our horizon.
I'm a town in Carolina, I am billboards in the fields
I'm an old truck up on cinder blocks, missing all my wheels
I am Pabst Blue Ribbon, American, and "Southern Serves the South"
I am tucked behind the Jaycees sign, on the rural route
I am a town
I am a town
I am a town
Southbound.
Bastards, niggas know I blast quick
As if why'all had to ask - shit
Get your ass twist
It's the rap's El Niño, get your brain splitted
And I don't like pussy well enough to hang with it
You ain't with it, same shit, they
Can't fuck with the language
Soon as the slang's spitted
If you came you get it
Plain as a game with them thangs with it
On co-sign and the whole nine
Leave you where I find yo ass - lost with no signs
You're so wrong
I'm the last nigga to roll on
Got a vest on, went to Folsom
When you guess wrong I'ma press one
Muthafucka
Fuck the judge, fuck the jury
When you're warrin' with me
It's People's Court, we hold court in the street
I gives a fuck about the D.A.
One dark skinned nigga fifty-six inch rope
Wrapped around twice
Smash the Gilligan boat with ice
They threw sign language
Ordered hot coffee
Wit a danish
Relax, whispered, "They rap entertainers"
Had Lizzy on, two Japanese birds with furs look good kid
Laid back handlin hors d'ourves
It's like round three
We too black for BET
You memorize the 1 to 40
I'm at the 19th degree
If a civilized person doesn't perform, his duty
What shall be done?
Destination, remote
We done been everywhere
Only thing we ain't traveled
Is time (yeah)
The boy records smell like bleach
I could travel where I want
I'm accustomed, clean and customed
It ain't custom I don't come
Flee the bird to the truck
I scroll up, leave water the stewardess
Border control, that's some stupid shit
Stayin' at home, I hate
Runaway love but I'm no Ludacris
Sippin' on Menti, take my shoes off
Then we take off, then I snooze off
Until I land, know I'm four grand
And I wake up, wipe the droop off
Got my passport in my weak hand
I'ma peel off, get a sweet tan
Loafers filled with beach sand
Recline 'til it's time to peace sign
Fuck all the checks and the cars, get a passport
See the world, open your eyes 'til your back hurt
Niggas get bread and won't leave, shit is backwards
Start with your feet then I caught an ample
Get our your bubble-gum
Blow up horizons, sun
Slither in the Alps or go to the Mesullah
Or two hundred pinnacle scuba and Cuba
Or land in a borough Gerard got the Brio
She bought it in Como, it matches my keycode
Oversee the sea, all the things that you could see
Like them languages I speak, out in Paris for a week
Take my nephews out to Nice, they like "who?"
You see, my lover makes no sound
His language is his hands
I watch his fingers dance
and try to understand
I try to understand
his elegant ballet
In my heart I can hear
the words he longs to say
And so I've learned to speak
a language he can hear
To tell him how I feel
whenever he his near
He lives around the block
it's just a little walk
We'll meet tonight at eight
At eight tonight, we'll talk
Oh my love, oh my love
Quiet love, quiet love
I am calm whenever you are near
And somehow I can hear
what your heart wants to say
I have a small surprise
To spring on you tonight
I'm learning how to sign
Please God I get it right
It's something that you do
With confidence and ease
I'm clumsier than you
This might come out Chinese
But come and fill my heart
Its never danced this way
I'm nervous and it's hard
I have so much to say
I've always been afraid
My dream seemed so unreal
But now I bless this world
For how you make me feel
Oh my love, oh my love
You are shy, so am I
But if you would tell me that it's true
You feel the way I do
Then tomorrow can start
As we are, together we'll grow old
For wise men always say
That in silence there's gold.
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