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TLC - Sumthin' Wicked This Way Comes lyrics
Remember back in da time When da only sign we had was picket But now in '94 it be The way somethin' come wicked Gangs killin' others fo colors Thangs that we wear fo fashion Other brothers take it fo a reason To be blastin' what da kcuf is goin' on Not soft like buttercups but Had enough of singin' dat same song See I stayed across da street from da projects Took out yo momma trash and groceries To her trunk to keep my pockets Fat like cellulite only been to jail one week Fo some shullbit and I pray to God I won't repeat I shoulda pulled it when I had da chance to No I shouldna did dat 'cause if I did dat Yall would not hear dat fat shit Dat keeps you on yo tippy- Toes like dat sellout not callin' no names But really who's bad I go through obstacles like a whole box Of condoms you can't forget Where you come from Take a good look in the mirror and tell Me do you like what you see Masters of deception coruption and evil But you're always quick to poin tthe finger At me Won't somebody tell me Chorus: I just don't understand The ways of the world today Sometimes I feel like there's nothing To live for So I'm longing for the days of yesterday What gave you the right to misjudge me And write me off on the wall Acting as if you understand me In reality you just don't know me at all Sometimes I can't help but wonder If this was how it's meant to be But if you search deep enough in your soul You'll always find a slight reminder of me Won't somebody tell me Chorus A-yo If we could all agree to lettin' Our souls become free of that sweet Bitterness then whose chest would Have the most seeds I keep misfocusin' my needs And this stress on my back With them caps they be blastin' Into my knap sack Ain't no accidental deathtraps My mishap is the fact that I'm destined to snap It's when I feel as though my body's Able to go my mind is ready to flow Did you know first you catch And then I throw It's my own sense of time If I'm late it's 'cause i am endin' my day Just when the sun shines And still gently advising the arisin' Of the moon as it rolls around Into my soundproof dimension Chorus |
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