For all the late night peoples out there
"Rock rock y'all.." (2X)
"Rock y'all.." (2X)
".. and let's do it!"
[Lyrics Born]
You know there comes a time in everybody's life when
We just need a little bit of guidance
You know we get a little lost in the fog
And it sort of impedes our vision
But there's a way that we can figure it all out
And make it happen, make it work
The purpose of producin beautiful soul music is two-fold
One is fun - two goes to mute all the roof hogs
Let's build, useful tools, find some resolution in our lives
Three's to get your groove on, but it ain't like there's no
Particular order, this ain't a true/false, answer only part of it
Everything's got an art to it
So we bottle it, market it, it don't hold water
Well then we sharpen it, carve a little niche where we can all exist
As ourselves, not our sales
Despite our ails (OOH DO TELL!)
Cause I can't part with the alcohol, no doubt bruh
And on that note, I'm like my Southpaw Grandpah
He used to get his lamp on, he used to giggle at Tampons
And I'm probably not supposed to talk about that part
Who cares though that's not important
I really broke all the sample laws with this damn song
So now I'm an outlaw
But it's time, we started talkin havin dialogue and bein honest
What's the other options - walk around, bottled up all hot and bothered
Makin assumptions and nothin gets accomplished
Can we set it off properly please?
"Rock rock y'all.." (2X)
"Rock y'all.." (2X)
".. and let's do it!"
[Lyrics Born]
You know there comes a time in everybody's life when
We just need a little bit of guidance
You know we get a little lost in the fog
And it sort of impedes our vision
But there's a way that we can figure it all out
And make it happen, make it work
The purpose of producin beautiful soul music is two-fold
One is fun - two goes to mute all the roof hogs
Let's build, useful tools, find some resolution in our lives
Three's to get your groove on, but it ain't like there's no
Particular order, this ain't a true/false, answer only part of it
Everything's got an art to it
So we bottle it, market it, it don't hold water
Well then we sharpen it, carve a little niche where we can all exist
As ourselves, not our sales
Despite our ails (OOH DO TELL!)
Cause I can't part with the alcohol, no doubt bruh
And on that note, I'm like my Southpaw Grandpah
He used to get his lamp on, he used to giggle at Tampons
And I'm probably not supposed to talk about that part
Who cares though that's not important
I really broke all the sample laws with this damn song
So now I'm an outlaw
But it's time, we started talkin havin dialogue and bein honest
What's the other options - walk around, bottled up all hot and bothered
Makin assumptions and nothin gets accomplished
Can we set it off properly please?
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