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Dream on dreamer life gets in your way
Dream on dreamer life gets in your way There you go day and night Up in the clouds flying so high You try your best to stretch your mind Beyond reality and sense and rhyme You see things that make your big heart sing Like the flowers trees and birds and pretty things Hate to put your two feet on the ground You like to step aside Then you release yourself and fly Dream on dreamer life gets in your way If the life you live is a spinning top of pain then you can Dream on dreamer life gets in your way If ya live to lern you´ll be lucky one day Now the paisly pages of your mind Are so complete like seeing colours black and white Do you realize that you look so spaced out You´ve made your peace with the need to be free Without a doubt Yeah I frown 'cause something don't look right It's the twinkly twinkle star thats in your eyes Hate to put your two feet on the ground So go on and step aside And release yourself and fly Dream on dreamer life gets in your way If the life you live is a spinning top of pain then you can Dream on dreamer life gets in your way If ya live to learn you´ll be lucky one day You know you gotta Dream on dreamer life gets in your way If the life you live is a spinning top of pain then you can Dream on dreamer life gets in your way If you live to learn you´ll be lucky one day Over over over and over Over over over and over Over over over and over Over over over and over |
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Oh oh yeah
Don't you know That now you blow my mind Honey You're sweeter That anything, I need you Want to get closer to you I want you get closer to you now Love ya I need ya I think I wanna squeeze ya Nightly So tightly Girl you know you really blow my mind Say it again Just one more time I've got to know How you came to blow my mind Closer Pleasure, passion Tonights the night I'm looking for your action I want to hold you Don't you know now you blow my mind Say it again Just one more time I've got to know How you came to blow my mind Closer, Fever, hot now Help me wipe the sweat away from my brow, Sexy Oh lady Don't you know this time you blow my mind Oh don't you know yeah Don't you know by now that now you blow my mind Oh yes you do Oh yes you do Oh yes you blow my mind |
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(feat. N'Dea Davenport)
[N'Dea] I wanna trust you baby I wanna trust you baby Wanna trust you baby (trust me, I love you) I wanna trust you baby (trust me, I need you) I wanna trust you baby (trust me, I want you) Wanna trust you babe (trust me) Trust me, I love you Trust me, I need you Trust me, I want you Trust me.. [Guru] Baby why don'tcha, honey why won'tcha Accept the fact that it's not just the knack That I care, so please let me share Special moments, moments so rare Check it out, if I could give you the world, you know I'd do it Everything at your feet - ain't nothin to it But it's hard sweetheart, and it's rough out here But I doubt there, is anybody else for me [N'Dea] Trust me, I love you Trust me, I need you Trust me, I want you Trust me.. Trust me, I love you Trust me, I need you Trust me, I want you Trust me.. [Guru] Mmm the things I feel, they are for real I'm past the point of dwellin, on the sex appeal Mad chicks sweat me, but I desire your womanness Dude sweats you, but I'm the best Listen, we could build a future together No doll and I would never soup you ever, never I'm buggin out, over the thought of you leavin Tried to step to you, but now you're retreatin [N'Dea] Trust me, I love you Trust me, I need you Trust me, I want you Trust me.. Trust me, I love you Trust me, I need you Trust me, I want you Trust me.. I do believe you do care To tell you the truth, I am scared Some freaky people out there You know? Trust me, I love you Trust me, I need you Trust me, I want you Trust me.. [Guru] I sent you flowers and, I sat for hours and Contemplated, the state of our affairs and I find there Is no way out I'm in a love lock The funny thing about it I don't wanna even stop, so [N'Dea] Trust me, I love you Trust me, I need you Trust me, I want you Trust me.. Trust me, I love you Trust me, I need you Trust me, I want you Trust me.. [Guru] So now you know the flavor It's not about the stuff I gave ya And my behavior is based on strong Feelings I have, of you and me, it's like a bond A treasure, not to be corny but word I wanna give you all the joy that you deserve I know we argue, sometimes I start to annoy you But we should never ever, try to destroy two Hearts joined, intertwined with a passion Give me a chance love, that's all I'm askin And furthermore, you can be sure that I'll do Every little thing you need, yes it's true I'm not desperate, but I'm the one for you [N'Dea] Trust me, I love you Trust me, I need you Trust me, I want you Trust me.. Trust me, I love you Trust me, I need you Trust me, I want you Trust me.. Love is so risky y'know I want you to do and show Me all of you openly Honestly.. I wanna trust you baby (trust me, I love you) I wanna trust you baby (trust me, I need you) I wanna trust you baby (trust me, I want you) I wanna trust you baby (trust me) I wanna trust you baby (trust me, I love you) I wanna trust you baby (trust me, I need you) I wanna trust you baby (trust me, I want you) I wanna trust you baby (trust me) I wanna trust you baby (trust me, I love you) I wanna trust you baby (trust me, I need you) I wanna trust you baby (trust me, I want you) Wanna trust you babe (trust me) I wanna trust you baby I wanna trust you baby I wanna trust you baby.. |
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[Butterfly]
We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids Them they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids Us flow a rush when the DJ's boomin classics You dig the crew on the fattest hip hop records He touch the kinks and sinks into the sounds She frequents the fatter joints called undergrounds Our funk zooms like you hit the Mary Jane They flock to booms man boogie had to change Who freaks the clips with mad amount percussion Where kinky hair goes to unthought-of dimensions Why's it so fly cause hip hop kept some drama When Butterfly rocked his light blue-suede Pumas What by the cut we push it off the corner How was the buzz entire hip hop era? Was fresh and fat since they started sayin audi Cause funks made fat from right beneath my hoodie The puba of the styles like miles and shit Like sixties funky worms with waves and perms Just sendin chunky rhythms right down ya block We be to rap what key be to lock But I'm cool like dat [x7] I'm cool...I'm cool... [Ladybug] We be the chocolates taps on my raps Innovates at the sweeta cat naps He at the funk club with the vibrate Them they be crazy down with the ?five plate? It can kick a plan then a crowd burst Me I be diggin it with s bump verse Us we be freakin til dawn blinks an eye He gives the strangest smile so I say hi (wassup) Who understood yeah understood the plan Him heard a beat and put it to his hands What I just flip let borders get loose How to consume or they'll be just like juice If its the shit we'll lift it off the plastic The babes'll go spastic Hip hop gains a classic Pimp playin shock it dont matter I'm fatter Ax Butta how I zone (man Cleopatra Jones) And I'm chill like dat [x7] I'm chill...I'm chill... [All] Blink..blink..blink..blink..blink..blink..blink.... Think..think..think..think..think..think..think... [Doodlebug] We get ya free cause the clips be fat boss Them they're the jams and commence to goin off She sweats the beat and ask me cause she puffed it Me I got crew kids seven and a crescent Us cause a buzz when the nickel bags are dealt Him thats my man with the asteroid belt They catch a fizz from the Mr. Doodle-big He rocks a tee from the Crooklyn non-pigs The rebirth of slick like my gangsta stroll The lyrics just like loot come in stacks and rolls You used to find a bug in a box with fade Now he boogies up your stage plaits twist or braids And I'm peace like dat [x7] I'm Peace [Butterfly] Check it out man I groove like dat I'm smmoce like dat I jive like dat I roll like dat [Ladybug] Yeah I'm thick like dat I stack like dat I'm down like dat I'm black like dat [Doodlebug] Well yo I funk like dat I'm fat like dat I'm in like dat Cause I swing like dat [Butterfly] We jazz like dat We freak like dat We zoom like dat We out...we out... |
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Some people been driving to fast
Some people still having a gas But if there's one thing you gotta concede, You gotta know who's driving you car, You get to fifth gear with your foot on the floor Or else you're starring in a cruise too far Turn on, tune in, cop out Let it flow now mama, Turn on, tune in, cop out Let it flow become a woman Some people been wasting their time Some people expanding their minds But if you've known love like the jokers before Then you're likely to be home on the range No more the cowboy gottsa flaunt his wares He's been grazing on a different plain Turn on, tune in, cop out Let it flow now mama Turn on, tune in, and cop out Let it flow become a woman It's easy to see why there's a thousands of people Are regularly turning it out And it's easy to find when you mess with your mind That you've gone beyond a reasonable doubt Turn on tune in cop out Let if flow now mama Turn on, tune in, and cop out Let it flow become a woman Turn on tune in cop out Let if flow now mama Turn on, tune in, and cop out Let it flow become a woman Turn on tune in cop out Let if flow now mama Turn on, tune in, and cop out Let it flow become a woman ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By NORMAN COOK <i>Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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(feat. Branford Marsalis (instrumentally only))
"I would like to play a.. little tune I just composed not so long ago" "Ms. Billie, Ms. Billie, Ms. Billie Holiday" [HORNS] [drum roll] [piano keys played] [HORNS] "Byrd..?" [trumpet solo] [group horns] [Guru] "The music called jazz.." [HORNS] [Guru] It's roots are in the sounds of the African Or should I say the mother.. bringin us back again From the drummin on the Congo, we came with a strong flow And continue to grow Feet move, to the beat of the t'balo Now dig the story and follow For then it landed, on American soil Through the sweat, the blood, and the toil Hear, "Praise the Lord," shouted on chain gangs Pain they felt, but it helped them to maintain Scott Joplin's rags, Bessie Smith's blues St. Louis blues, they were all the news Ringin smooth.. in all the listeners ears Fulfillin the needs, and plantin the seeds Of a jazz thing King Oliver's group was a train comin through To Chicago, bringin the New Orleans groove And when Satchmo blew, the audience knew Basil Street blues was the whole house tune It was music.. great to dance to Great to romance to with a lot to say to you Relaying a message, revealing the essence Of a jazz thing [DJ Premier cuts "jazz music"] In the 40's came be-bop, the first be-bop The real be-bop, so let me talk about Diz' and Byrd, givin the word Defining how a beat could be so complete Playing with ferocity, thinkin with velocity About ornathology, or anthropology And even ?, and this is real history Theolonious Monk, a melodious thunk No mistakes were made with the notes he played His conception, was ?re condite? A star glowing bright among dim lights The critics did cite that he sounded alright Charlie Mingus, such nimble fingers Droppin the bass, all over the place And Max Roach, cymbals socking Bass drum talking, snare drum rocking Restructuring.. the metaphysics Of a jazz thing John Coltrane, a man supreme He was the cream.. he was the wise one The impression of Afro Blue And of the promise, that was not kept He was a GIANT step, and there was Ornette Coleman He was another soul man The original invisible, playing great music I wonder why the ?Bangles? couldn't use it Now listen see The real mystery is how music history Created by white men or any other white man That pretended he originated "uh-huh.." And contended that he innovated "uh-huh.." A jazz thing ("Of course we know who can really blow") Scheamin on the meaning Of a jazz thing And this music ain't dead, so don't be misled By those who said that jazz was on it's deathbed Cause when Betty Carter sings a song Ain't nuttin goin on, but simply good music And you won't refuse it She's takin her time, makin the nuances rhyme Sonny Rollins, tenor saxophone With a big old tone, recitin poems With notes as words, and haven't you heard NEXT STOP BUTTER, RIGHT PAST OLEO Now there's young cats blowin And more and more people, yes they will be knowin Jazz ain't the past, this music's gonna last And as the facts unfold, remember who foretold The 90's, will be the decade of A jazz thing "I love jazz music" [x3] [Primo scratches "I love jazz music"] A jazz thing... |
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There was a time, when peace was on the earth,
And joy and happiness did reign and each man knew his worth In my heart how I yearn for that spirit's return And I cry, as time flies, Om, Om There is a place where love forever shines And rainbows are the shadows of a presence so divine And the glow of that love lights the heavens above And it's free, can't you see, come with me The creator has a master plan Peace and happiness for every man The creator has a working plan Peace and happiness for every man The creator makes but one demand Happiness through all the land |
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