Lyrics:
and we hope to die that the other was to blame
Either one will give in so we gaze at our eight by ten
Thinkin' bout things that might have been oh it's
Prayer
Preacher talking 'bout Christ betrayed
It's like the earth just opened and swallowed him up
He reached too high, was thrown back to the ground
could turn your head around it would help a lot
But there you sit with the blues on your mind
It keeps you stumblin' all the time
If only you could
when I'm gettin' women
The freshest linen, like I'm spittin' through your television
In a daydream, living while these minutes pass me by
Lean back
the same old places
The midnight highs, covered all the bases
You can stare at those rocks in that glass
Turn 'em up, but you can't turn it back
'Cause
Uh
Feel it
Yeah
Check it now
With these saints
Feel it
Come on
Reconize
Uh
Kweli
Jaylib
Collapse
Yo
Yeah
Turn it up
Yes
Now
of another man's shoes
You'll see by the time you get back
This whole world would be a whole lot better place
If we'd all just embrace the fact
That people
by my own emotions
You and my senses conspire
(You just call my name) call my name (and you turn me around)
I surrender! I´m a fool in a game, I
how you did me wrong
And I grew strong
And I learned how to get along
And now your back from outer space
Just turn around
'Cause your not
hold back the sun, don't let it come
Ain't stoppin' for no one
The night is young
Don't let them turn on the lights
Let us decide when they play that
Says shots asked you to tell you Im not playing!
When you fire back you let me know what chu saying
This gun busting its like an unspoken language
We
through the tailgate towns
Find us a spot, watch the sun go down
Steal a little kiss, turn this truck around
Don't it make you wanna roll your window
Instrumental ---
I took her to the cake walk at the country school
She was hangin' on to me and she wouldn't turn me loose
Girls started making eyes, I guess it
to meet
And I turn and run, run, run, run
Back to baby's arms
Where I'm safe and sound in baby's arms
Well' a perilous tongue might tell you lies
black (throw your hands up)
Calm down, move back (throw your hands up)
Motherfuckers askin', "Who is that?" (Throw your hands up)
You know it's
Reggae, Dancehall music
Industries rocked by BDP
So girls throw your hand in the air
Put 'em down, turn around
And move your bo-dy-dy-dy beat Change
Hot
What is happening here?
Something is going on
That's not quite clear
Somebody turn on the light
We're gonna have a party
It's starting tonight
Take off these old shoes
Turn on the radio and dance
Baby drive down by the lake
You know that old back road
The one that leads right straight
turn against all of my friends
So you better have something damn worthy to say
They're growin' dope everywhere around the block
You can smell it
Turn on the TV
Turn on the radio.
Turn down that sound
Turn down that sound
Open the curtains
Open the windows.
What's happening around
What's
breath if I turn to a snitch
But I'm 21 4L, ain't no way I'ma switch
Break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it down,
Because I grab the microphone and I pick it up
And then I fuck it up and then I turn it in
And then I turn it out, got the body rockin' sound
inside it
The lunatics now run the asylum
I walk around with OJ's glove knowing it fit
Fif to the toilet we taking over this shit
The Yaowa waited,
Arrows flying into silence
Broken pieces lying around where it went down
Water rising back to silence, quietly crying
Wondering how and look at us
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