What Cool Breezes Do (Live) Digable Planets

[Intro]
You gotta
You gotta
You gotta
You gotta

[Chorus]
You gotta do what ya feel, do what ya feel
Do what ya feel, yeah, do what ya feel
Do what ya feel, do what ya feel
Do what ya feel, yeah, do what ya feel
Do what ya feel, do what ya feel
Do what ya feel, yeah, do what ya feel
Do what ya feel, do what ya feel
If it's real

[Verse 1: Ladybug Mecca]
Exit planet Venus for a Brooklyn stroll
Jazzy fly, nappy things, plaits to a roll
Leaves fumble falling down, wind blowing 'round
Dig the layer change, the funkifying sound
Mecca, the Ladybug, changing like seasons
Moves I be seeing, changes life's reasons
On to express the ways that I profess the
Swoon unit glow, as I go, Butter flow
I take a chance, go against the norm
But they used to make advance to my lady form
Okay, shall I smack a ghetto punk with the line?
(But, Mecca) Okay, slap a meadow punk with a fine
I flip this only to the onеs who lack respect
The rеst, just get your ticket pronto and jet, but please