(Booker T. Jones) (Instrumental)
(Instrumental)
Fordítás: A Clash. Time Is Tight.
: (Booker T. Jones) (Instrumental)
: (Instrumental)
my life My heart is what you took You got the look First time I saw you for who you were I was sure you were her Second time I saw you I could see,
Until your body sound clash, head of the class, Magna Cum Laude Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant, foul rowdy Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition
were still in love. In 1979. It was a good, good year. All the decades and the years have passed, Not every family is built to last, No time can take
I hit you on the floor saying my neck and my back Yo, let's settle it out of court for ten dollars smoke Two fifty in jawbreakers, dollar in envelopes Yo, how tight are you? Tighter
more cheese California breezing gets hected in drought season Every time I hit the lab, thinking bout o's With the D-O double D and the Figga you wouldn't know Cause the combination is tighter
is your originality? You are so fake so picture me like a gallery. Capture what I say. All I need is one mic. All I need is one take. Like hey, brighter
had some moments Yo I'll explain listen We wrote fairy tales of how we'll live in castles tight like Hansel and Gretal and grow old and settle in a town that we'll tighten
we got is weezy, weezy, and lil' weezy to fall back I'm 'bout to lock it from the summer to the fall and back "It's weezy baby!" the boy is back And the
shall break Where is your originality, you are so fake So picture me like a gallery, capture what I say All I need is one mic, all I need is one take
listen and judge if you like, but dont jump in my height because a critic is a critic is a critic for a reason couldn't hack the biz so their career is
light in my baby's eyes We plant by the moon, by chance and by design And I know this is mine This is mine all the time There's a butterfly in China
