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Don't cry now
You know it happens to the best of us Goodbye now And don't forget about the rest of us I'm staying You never know if they can use me here I'm praying I won't be looking when you disappear And everybody's looking out For close encounters of another kind And it won't help me if I shout But I'm getting pretty close this time You're on my mind Don't worry I should have told you to beware of me Don't hurry Come back to see whatever's left of me I've cried some But I suppose I'm getting colder now You've died some But even you are getting older now And everybody's looking out For close encounters of another kind And it won't help me if I shout But I'm getting pretty close this time You're on my mind, all of the time Don't cry now Don't cry now |
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Yeah, mmm mmm mmm, yeah that sho' feel good.
Hello! I go by the name of simply Cee-Lo Green - how do you do? Welcome. I thought I'd seize this opportunity to tell you a little bit more about myself if you don't mind. This is my vision. YouknowhatI'msaying? Check me out now. Uhh I have millenniums of material and rivers of rhythm An entire ocean of emotion that's enlightening to swim in Also a forest of feeling, beaten paths of peace Trapped inside my silhouette I have to speak to release Demanding more from the pen than I horde from the pen The line between playing to win and sin is thin But I walk it with grace and I talk it with taste I am that raw, simply put, and I rest my case; it's elementary Yet far more than resources to pay the rent for me Everything that I've done is divine Ask God, he'll tell ya, yeah, he mine So, you see, you don't need another thug out of me That is the last thing I plan to be on this LP But I'ma go slip into something mo' comfortable and continue the lesson No inconvenience at all, I insist on leaving an impression So relax, and ride out. Relax, okay, and ride out Just relax, and ride out. Players, relax, and ride out I also solicit visual verbalism worth a visit Intensely exquisite artism inquire all. Who is it? It's a deliciously daring delicacy I eat to exist Oh, he's waving those words, I want seconds and thirds Oh, hush. That's awful kind of you, you're making me blush I could use some competition, but they not making me much Man, this beat is like my master, it's making me bust Hip-hop is suffering, meaning I'm a necessity, if nothing But you like every other rapper - cornrows and a bandana But I get a hundred and fifty thousand dollar check every three months off Santana Don't you fuck up, though, my family is the whole side of Atlanta Now, how can I say? Okay, let me just put it this way If anyone ever contests my conquest my gun best Yo son just, takes one time to be one less Til you run and tell the rest that I'm the best I sang sweet, but brang heat to bang meat We all on the same street And it's not that often I verbalize the essential element of surprise I am not one of these thug rapper guys But this one will help you realize, and use both eyes to recognize the type of action that this amount of money buys Now listen son, let me drop some shit on you man I can just "do-do-do-do-do-do-do" and put a hit on you man With hot heat that will make your heart beat quit on you man And Mr. Dawson'll find a pretty box to fit on you man So relax, and ride out. Just relax, young man, and ride out Hey, you better relax, and ride out. Okay? Just relax, and ride out I could take that shit all day But if I only had sixteen more bars to live I'd get high, and hopefully O.D. on an alternative I'd give a dim lit dream, a colour scheme And I'd swim for the sun (so far) no matter how impossible that may seem I'd bury my feet in the foundation of a forest Becoming one with everything there I would belong. I would be right and wrong. But I'd be rare And then I would pretend I didn't care. Use my fear And pray that my forever would be fair. And I love you all, unconditional, I get misty already missing y'all And then I forgive those who rhyme to kill the time While mine cultivate the consciousness and Chill the spine, heal the mind, yet still sublime Ride out. Relax, and ride out. Relax, and ride out. Relax, and ride out This is one for the road. Yeah. One time for your motherfucking mind I told how you motherfucking play. D.F. y'all. Believe this. Yeah Shouts out to Outkast, Goodie Mob. Yeah, Backbone, where ya at brother? (Hey) Hahaha. Alright. (Easy now) Hahaha. Yeah. Can't nobody stop me now No, sir. Yeah. I'm gone, y'all. Oh, man. It's lovely. Ahahah. Yeah Somebody better stop me. Hahaha. Cause I'm good. Heheheheh. Yeah. Hahahahah Alright now. Heheheh. Yeah. Alright, we gonna relax, cause it feels so good Everybody doing their godamn thing. Yeah |
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(feat. Big Gipp & Backbone)
(Cee-Lo) Hey say lil' buddy Come love... good god With your sugar brown hairs Girl my (?) m'm'm'... Where you at ya'll With my coolness I roll with my m' you look so good girl I had to go and ask something to you You so damn fine Shawty where you from? (Get it on now) Oh who me? Shawty I'm from the south side of town (Im from the south) Where you said you from? (Get it on ya'll) Whats up now let me holla at you for a minute I said uh, uh sugar pie What your name is? I been staring at you shawty all God damn night! Can we uh conversate for some hennesey straight Or we can boogy-oogy down Til' the morning light (Show your ride) Say lil' momma I usually don't clown Usually sit smoke a lil' bit or drink some brown liqour down But see it's something bout the way you make a playa wanna play So grab your glass of chardonnay and now lets go dance the night away (Chorus) Shawty shake it (shake it shake it) Shake your sugar for me (shake it shake it) (repeat 7X) (Backbone) Now let me introduce myself Call me Jimmy Supa-fly I say working them to death (Punches thrown) You hear the linen in the falling in place Tip-toe through the door then vacant the premesis without a trace (Oh lord) Pardon me please, excuse my negligence But to what do I owe the honor standing In the presence of elignece in its essence Simply beautiful are the words you deserve My lil' peanut butter jelly jam preserve (Chorus) (Cee-Lo) I like the way you wear you hair (Your hair) And girl you know you look so good to me Wait a minute girl stand right there (God damn) You know you look so good to me And you still gonna pay your fare Because you know you look so good to me Call me anytime I dont care Because you look so good to me Shawty let me see you shake it (Chorus) (Big Gipp) yeah 76 degrees night light Gippp Mrs. Lady I get you out the cryer like a florist pick a tulip She pursuaded my intervention Kept my attention Focusing in on every motion body That is more blowing me kisses Chocalate chip cookie lover Who taught you how to shake that Candy bows so loveley I could watch it for many moons in the same room Cus' soon than it tied by your sexual foreplay Girl.. shake it for me c'mon (Chorus) |
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Bass Head Jazz...
Bass Head Feel like I'm walkin' across the sky Getting high on Bass Head Jazz The world is spinning so slow We ain't got nowhere to go Bass Head Let your mind be free Enter a new zone of understanding Gotta get high to get down Feel like I'm walkin' across the sky Getting high on Bass Head Jazz |
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Feat. Jahalla, Kirkland Underwater
Shocka locka... [Cee-Lo] Shit, behold it is me, it is the epitome of extraterrestrial energy Experiment and enter the internals of the inner me The art of gone, and heart of stone, and own's worst enemy Intellect shapeshifta, God's gift a Soul slippa Hone in on clones and blow them out of my zone International Fanatical, the radical tactical movements Sounds are congruent to it Work It is what it ain't to these, infected disease Thought of automatons deceived, by the deceptions indeed Who mechanically breed at methodical speeds Distorting your genes, aborting your dreams As coarse as it seems Aiyyo, Work [Cee-Lo] I could scream, I can't seem to sleep long enough to dream It's life on a laser beam But I fiend for the future at my finger tips One of the minor technicalities of my head trips You Better Work The Barea Soul terror, been told since stories of old Come on let's go and then I'll show how to beat down a rhyme And wrestle a tempo Hold on tight, but still let yourself go Work This is what I'm talking about Should I begin to spit it just like the wind Show my power take flight and quickly ascend Like a bird beating my wings to the pulse of nature Scaring spiritual devils while evoking the maker Is it wrong for me to curse in the name of right Is it wrong for me to spit life into this mic That's all I'm asking baby How come the new millennium brings fright Something wicked approaches tonight Work It's automatic, static battle star galactic Microhard It's the upgraded, complicated, premeditated Microhard It's the transplanted, peaceful panic, bass mechanic Microhard It's the psychotic, mean melodic, nod-narcotic Microhard (repeat) What good is a call on the phone if you can't speak And you find it hard to breathe Paralyzed by my essence, mere presence I put forth Inherently legends record all souls of expressions Evil as evil does, better than good was A spirit of music that once was, born out of the pool of your love Baby I'm an agent with a flow that's so contagious And all and all true patience, my brotha Lo told me makes for perfection While you feeling bound by this matrix That's why when it comes to protecting mine I'm a brother you can call over zealous And I lust and thrust out my staff and wet Till the motherfuckin' rains get jealous You Gotta Work It's not coincidental I use my soul for a stencil to outline the rhyme That connects machine and a mind Until the end of time the one my kind, the message will now be profoundly Spoken, rules are meant to be broken, therefore it's my pleasure to mentor But once learned you must learn you must yearn to discern The mechanical glitch of artificial intelligence But the consequence of your ignorance is the reality I now see before me: "maybe in time we'll see" Don't Stop, Work The degree you'll see will 'cause casualty when the codes download The truth will unfold uphold until the end 'Cause our destiny will be to win, you're still free to sin within It's automatic, static battle star galactic Microhard It's the upgraded, complicated, premeditated Microhard It's the transplanted, peaceful panic, bass mechanic Microhard It's the psychotic, mean melodic, nod-narcotic Microhard (repeat) [Cee-Lo] I am the melody, the metaphoric prehistoric The pre-meaning before it, preparing for war shit Their god's only a graphic, the sky's computer blue There is a moral malfunction, what will the machine do to you They maliciously monopolize the mass Niggas sleep rap and fuck they surprise you last When you sell them your soul they supply you cash But you can die for all they care, with your expendable ass Because they know a new nigga, a brand new nigga Will jump right in them tap shoes even if his feet bigger Ain't shit sweet nigga, it's deeper than the street nigga You and I just a virus they gonna delete nigga Some people say go on and join what you can't beat nigga I won't take the mark so I can't eat nigga Holla if I'm talking to ya, (AH!) I'll walk straight through ya 'Cause I want the motherfucker that did this to ya Work It's automatic, static battle star galactic Microhard It's the upgraded, complicated, premeditated Microhard It's the transplanted, peaceful panic, bass mechanic Microhard It's the psychotic, mean melodic, nod-narcotic Microhard (repeat) Our comrade Cee-Lo is considered by many as a modern day Neo And opposing forces known as agents will like him dead for what he know He is The One, at least that's who Morpheus say he is He can free the mind of a machine and give God to an atheist But he's a daydreamer, it's all in his head Still today's music has become the Matrix And the real rhythm is in the red pill So I chose it knowing I can never return once I'm gone And I hope you got this message I'll be waiting by the phone It's automatic, static battle star galactic Microhard It's the upgraded, complicated, premeditated Microhard It's the transplanted, peaceful panic, bass mechanic Microhard It's the psychotic, mean melodic, nod-narcotic Microhard (repeat) |
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I ain't leaving, I ain't leaving
Came to put the God in your body this evening You can't run, you can't hide Buckle in and enjoy the ride For beyond all space and time Jump on in y'all we wasting time If you can't hang it's an awful thing Such an awful thing It's OK, it's alright Came to put the boogie in your body tonight Don't be scared, don't be scared Just grab my hand and hold on tight I'll be the light that will guide you there You probably hate me but I hardly care 'Cause if you can't hang it's an awful thing Such an awful thing I said a sham a lama, shama a lama ding dong You put the umm, whaw, whaw Back into my smile child That is why, that is why You are the suga didi dip girl If you can't hang it's an awful thing Such an awful thing Heyyyyyyy, everybody have some fun tonight You got to give the groove a chance Don't hesitate the time won't wait You might not have tomorrow to dance Now get up, and get down I didn't come this far to be fucking around Hey you and you too Why you over there acting shy Have a hit and let me get you high Don't let this feeling pass you by If you can't hang it's an awful thing Such an awful thing Sham a lama, shama a lama ding dong You put the umm, whaw, whaw Back into my smile child That is why, that is why You are the suga didi dip girl If you can't hang it's an awful thing Such an awful thing |
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