Lateef And Born lyrics
Lateef And Born lyrics
"Balcony Beach Lyrics"
Camoflauge Soul Lyrics
Another chance has come and gone And I've allowed my faith To fade into the background. How can I claim to be like Your Son? And keep hanging on to what I know? He has died to me from (Chorus) I'm tired of blending it I'm tired of being one of the crowd While everyone knows my name Nobody knows my God. I don't wanna be another camoflauge soul Cuz I've been that way too long. I don't wanna be another camoflauge
Another chance has come and gone And I've allowed my faith To fade into the background. How can I claim to be like Your Son? And keep hanging on to what I know? He has died to me from (Chorus) I'm tired of blending it I'm tired of being one of the crowd While everyone knows my name Nobody knows my God. I don't wanna be another camoflauge soul Cuz I've been that way too long. I don't wanna be another camoflauge
LATEEF: I just / jump outta bed and make my way to the sprinkler / let the
water wash over my soul from thinker to toe / take a leak and then I lean
over the sink brushing the teeth / and now I'm in full swing of the morning
ritual / mumbling the whole rhyme and re rehearsing my lines / hummin'
tunes on solo so the voice is prime and ready / steady as a photo through
the course of time / then I pick out a fit of the proper design / I'm
dipped fresh like pine yall / that's just in case I get any vaginal /
action in the place / gotta be sure that the homies get a taste of the
flavor / I double check and make sure the family got the date / the where,
when, and how, everthing checked out / super-tight within the SoleSides
circle of power / but now, where the fuck is X? / he's supposed ta had been
here an hour ago / shit, no trip, I kick a dope freestyle though / take a
moment out and give praise and thanks / and I'm thinking 'bo
Dear John Lyrics
I got home today Took a look around Trying to find that girl of mine She could not be found All her things were gone She just left a note It don't take no mastermind To figure what she wrote And she said dear John I'm moving on By this time I'm gonna be long gone Dear John c'est la vie Dear John so long You've seen the last of me I don't want her back I won't even try This time ai
ut how the I got home today Took a look around Trying to find that girl of mine She could not be found All her things were gone She just left a note It don't take no mastermind To figure what she wrote And she said dear John I'm moving on By this time I'm gonna be long gone Dear John c'est la vie Dear John so long You've seen the last of me I don't want her back I won't even try This time ai
Quannum gone have the shit crankin' / in a minute no gimmicks, just hyped
from the start to finish / wonderous night, beats thunderous, us lightin'
up. / 1st Chorus: LATEEF AND THE GIFT OF GAB: Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
yeah hella times /THE GIFT OF GAB: I went to sleep last night watching
showtime at the Apollo /like a youngun on the night before Xmas watching
the stockings / go 'round in a dingling and dance over their heads /
although it wasn't Xmas stockings it was microphones instead /above my
headrest. / Woke up ate my breakfast, checked off my checklist, called Jeff
/ just to quest if the guest list was just as requested, yes it was
ex-cellent, definately we'll bless this, / venue tonight allright, I gotta
get hyped, midnight is when we go on... / go through my lines a couple of
times / just to make sure they're sounding tight. / Had some clothes to
wash, I threw 'um in the washing cycle / blew my nose an
La La La Lyrics
Transcribed by Jamie Fletcher I wake up every morning, and there before my eyes. I find my little darling, sighing good looking sighs. I kiss his nice face, good morning sir ! He smiles and pulls me closer, says it's me he's living for. Chorus; La la la la, la la la, la la la. I feel his arms wrapped around me. La la la la, la la la, la la la.
flossed and Transcribed by Jamie Fletcher I wake up every morning, and there before my eyes. I find my little darling, sighing good looking sighs. I kiss his nice face, good morning sir ! He smiles and pulls me closer, says it's me he's living for. Chorus; La la la la, la la la, la la la. I feel his arms wrapped around me. La la la la, la la la, la la la.
brushed. / Jumped in the shower, jumped out to get dressed / I'm on some
NFL sike shit, they'll bear witness. / I'm leaving sound check a mess at
six, I give a call to X, / "man let's get to rounding up the caravan." /
It's a gonna be another one of those nights, the horn / is blowin Lyrics
Born and Lateef are already in the car with Chief / and we about to strike
tonight, shine like litebrights, / quite the hype type, Quannum is that
abominable shit you like / your listening pleasure / I hope they treasure /
the endeavor / like something they never / saw or will ever / see together
/ that was so clever and write me letters / sayin' their head hurts / from
the pressure / on their mental, although they felt as though they left a
better person! 2nd Chorus: LATEEF, THE GIFT OF GAB AND LYRICS BORN: more
and more yeahs and stuff like that / LYRICS BORN: Oh if you only knew how
it feels doin' shows on the road
Version City Lyrics
There is a train at Version City Waiting for the rhythm mail If you can jump then jump right now She can pull you through to better days Is that the train that the speak off The one I heard in my younger days All great bluesmen have rode her I'm jumping up gonna ride that train There's a lonely soul out on the crossroads He's waiting there in the pouring rain He's looking for that great ride yeh That'll take him to oh what's her
or at home with your crew, / In the brown There is a train at Version City Waiting for the rhythm mail If you can jump then jump right now She can pull you through to better days Is that the train that the speak off The one I heard in my younger days All great bluesmen have rode her I'm jumping up gonna ride that train There's a lonely soul out on the crossroads He's waiting there in the pouring rain He's looking for that great ride yeh That'll take him to oh what's her
Jetta, / Due for the sound check soon, / Townsend had fell through, DNA
Lounge? / Oooh god, I feel sorry for that poor retard, / Whose gonna
coordinate reordering the parts, / When the SoleSides guys bogart the
stage, / They got no regard, / The place is torn apart! / That's the
mindset going over the bridge, / Average speed we did was about
seven-fifth, / We was led by a Saturday night western wind flowing through
the cockpit, / We're ready for soundcheck--or the gig, / Whichever begins
first it doesn't matter, / Dinner is dessert, and hors d'oveures , and it
serves amateurs, / And at first Xcel sets up the SL 12 huns, / And we've
huddled and exchanged three rounds freestyle each, / X cues the records and
a couple heavy mettlers set up, / Three bottles of effervescent beverages,
/ And the end is eminent and Quannum's in the house, / We 'bout to give
you muthafuckas hemorrhages.