Lyrics:
the mysterious distance
Between a man and a woman
And you're the one, there's no-one else
It makes me want to lose myself
In the mysterious distance
Between
of discuss-cussion
You're motivated-vated, in aid a percussion-cussion
There's no glo-glory, for this story-story
It-it rock-rock in any territory-tory
I syncopate
In the mysterious distance
Between a man and a woman
And you're the one, there's no-one else
You make me want to lose myself
In
business and pleasure where the cocaine measure
The narcotics is our product
The by-product, you walk up on me, I cock it
New Mercedes as it peels off
to the sounds of the guitar, yeah, yeah
Played by Carlos Santana
I said a la favela los colores
The streets are getting hotter (ah, yeah)
There is no water
It's a Polarbear beat, suckas
I've been there, with my product of property
Visualize where it started, in
That raggedy apartment, seein'
Unit six
ten cups of coffee
And you're still not here
Dreaming of a song
But something went wrong
And you can't tell anyone
'Cause no one's here
Left me
are sweet and obsessed and you're overworked
You're overtaken by visions of being overlooked
How disappointed would D.I.D.I.P.P. be
To see such power
on
Grab your ticket and your suitcase
Thunder's rolling down this track
Well you don't know where you're goin' now
But you know you won't be back
Well
from where the streets test you
Niggas mix business and pleasure where the cocaine measure
The narcotics is our product
The by-product, you walk up
K-Dot, pick up the phone, nigga
Every time I call, it's going to voicemail
Don't tell me they got you on some weirdo rap shit, nigga
No socks
no more
You're gonna see what I mean when the
Girls come out and do their show"
Alright i see what you mean i'm
Gonna fix that problem
All the girls
ten cups of coffee
And you're still not here
Dreaming of a song
But something went wrong
And you can't tell anyone
'Cause no one's here
Left me
that's my lunch
Ru-ru-run your motherfuckin' pockets when I come
It's an honor to be robbed by Denise's only son
Yeah, give a ready baby boy, beta
was standin' at the gate and I had the key in my hand
Saint Peter said "Come on in boy, you're finally home"
I said "No thanks Pete, I'll just be
'Fore she met Joseph with no love?
Cover Saint in lambs' wool
We surrounded by the fuckin' wolves"
I am a product, of your context
The uncontrollable urges that made me a menace
I'm all your problem, do you even care?
Pretend it's all a lie, that's
And as you're passing by that you'll throw in a jar of porter
Toora loora loora la, toora loora loora la
Sing toora loora loora la, throw in a jar of porter
You'll say
And as you're passing by that you'll throw in a jar of
Porter
Toora loora loora la, toora loora loora la
Sing toora loora loora la, throw
Telling me not there man, it's no go (don't go there boy)
I need a reason (I can't think without one now)
Too much learning got to show
Call it treason
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I leave them by your gate
Or,
was standin' at the gate and I had the key in my hand
Saint Peter said "Come on in boy, you're finally home"
I said "No thanks Pete, I'll just be
character
Shoot as your remedy
Fair enough I got enemies but I don’t bang
But that's the repercussion like when
Your cousin’s cuzzin a blood
And you’re by
That Thompson and Cram both lost in Rome
Was no surprise, when one thinks
Of all the rubbish they consumed
Those cereals and drinks
Lured by big
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