Sometimes

Ladies and gentlemen, Cee-Lo [Cee-Lo] Peace How why'all feel out there That's cool Alright You know, sometimes I want to rap Sometimes I want to sing, you know what I mean Sometimes all it calls for is a nice mellow groove Hit of rimshot, you know Just get, you know, get you open But I want to do a piece for why'all tonight, it's called sometimes Alright, so check it out Sometimes a stranger can be your best friend Sometimes being angry is the best mood Sometimes seeing you feel good makes me feel even better Sometimes hunger is the best food Sometimes good just ain't good enough And other times evil will get you even Sometimes faith is not knowing any better Sometimes nothing is what you believe in Woah Sometimes I don't even want a hit Sometimes you fail trying And sometimes happiness hurts worse Sometimes people live dying Sometimes it's the last person that makes you first Sometimes you'll keep what you don't want And other times you'll give away what you really need Sometimes a rich man won't have a dollar And all a poor man has is greed Woah Sometimes Sometimes I just want to listen Sounds good to me Yeah Ay yo Lock, put them strings right here Sometimes I don't think people know I'm as good as I really am Now my recitings are writing over rhythm's Regularly reenacts facts of my existence So what proof of my expertise, many emcees know of me Using unrequested serious infested poetry To prevoke what persistence For instance, I don't let the T.V. screen come in between my daily routine At a spot where me and my boy went Someone interrupted our enjoyment What do you know, an out of work emcee looking for employment But I'm still courteous with my greeting, brother I'm eating And his style sounded similar to someone elses So evidently he's been cheating But I couldn't question the destiny in which we meet So, you guessed it, I suggested that he just have a seat And then I explained to him that I remained in the mean time Mastering mysterious methods of writing Finding my piece of mind with soft music and moonlighting Then supernaturally I foresee the beginning stages And then eventually pages get filled completely You see, I dive into the depths of my soul Seeking to explore the hidden treasure of a pure literature While these others are unsure Being that the deepness makes them doubtful Deliberately delaying Saying they'll settle for whatever washes toward the shore Delirious from delusion My feelings were no more direct so the conclusion is seclusion Because mixed belief create confusion To remain plain and simplistic, realistic Accurate, articulate and absolutely artistic Uninhibited, unadulterated, unstoppable Unfuckwittable and unforgettable But since I've been granted the power of choice Let God bet the voice he is So all the credibility be his So let these be words of wisdom and in the same breath be warning God I shine like Sunday morning Woah Sometimes See you next time