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Ain't Wastin' Time
03:43
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Hey, where you goin’ with that grin on your face
Go on just leave me here in a state of disgrace
I know you don’t care about me no more
So go on, just get out, walk on out the door
Five years is a long time to waste away
But you know I don’t take, it that way
Somehow I always knew you wouldn’t stay
But it wasn’t too good to be true any which way
Oh baby I ain’t gonna waste no time no more
Oh baby, I’m so sick of wastin time
Don’t wanna waste, no don’t wanna waste no time no more
Ain’t gonna waste no precious time
Love is such a strange fruit in this crazy race
No time to be alone and just communicate
But how can I talk to you now when you’ve turned the page
Our space is such a strange place, the dawning of a new age
Oh baby I ain’t gonna waste no time no more
Oh baby, I’m so sick of wastin time
Don’t wanna waste, no don’t wanna waste no time no more
Ain’t gonna waste no precious time
Oh baby I ain’t gonna waste no time no more
Oh baby, I ain't gonna waste no time no more
Don’t wanna waste, no don’t wanna waste no time no more
No more...
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2. |
Truthful (Remix)
05:28
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Skin it back, get funky now
Brothers on the slide
Better watch where you’re goin’
Before you get it from behind
And Steve McQueen said it
Best without words
Small talk is for strangers y’all
Or haven’t you heard
I’m gonna’ be truthful (truthful)
Truthful to myself
Gonna’ be truthful (truthful)
Truthful to myself
I’m gonna’ be truthful (truthful)
Truthful to myself
Gonna’ be truthful (truthful)
Truthful to myself
Now small fish always fry
First on the grill
Like Hank’s Ham on Rye
Or even better still
You can turn lemonade
Right into gasoline
But the best things in life
Always come free
I’m gonna’ be truthful (truthful)
Truthful to myself
Gonna’ be truthful (truthful)
Truthful to myself
I’m gonna’ be truthful (truthful)
Truthful to myself
Gonna’ be truthful (truthful)
Truthful to myself
Skin it back, get funky now
Brothers on the slide
Better watch where you’re goin’
Before you get it from behind
And Steve McQueen said it
Best without words
Small talk is for strangers y’all
Or haven’t you heard
I’m gonna’ be truthful (truthful)
Truthful to myself
Gonna’ be truthful (truthful)
Truthful to myself
I’m gonna’ be truthful (truthful)
Truthful to myself
Gonna’ be truthful (truthful)
Truthful to myself
Truthful, Truthful
Truthful, Truthful
To Myself, To Myself
Truthful, Truthful
Truthful, Truthful
To Myself, To Myself
Don’t care what you do now
Don’t care what people say
Ain’t gonna listen any which way
Truthful, Truthful
Truthful, Truthful
To Myself, To Myself
Truthful, Truthful
Truthful, Truthful
To Myself, To Myself
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Move it, Move it. Gonna’ move your mess around
Move it, Move it. Gonna’ move your mess around
Move it, Move it. Gonna’ move your mess around
Move it, Move it. Gonna’ move your mess around
You’ve got work to do (gotta’ move your mess around)
You’ve got bills to pay (gotta’ move your mess around)
Ah, you’re sick in bed (gotta’ move your mess around)
And it’s another day (gotta’ move your mess around)
We’re a dance band. Gonna’ make you move
We’re a dance band. Come on and get your groove
We’re a dance band. Gotta’ make you move
We’re a dance band. Come on and get your groove
Move it, Move it. Gonna’ move your mess around
Move it, Move it. Gonna’ move your mess around
Move it, Move it. Gonna’ move your mess around
Move it, Move it. Gonna’ move your mess around
So you want a change (gotta’ move your mess around)
People are so strange (gotta’ move your mess around)
Ah, you want to fly (gotta’ move your mess around)
Come on, give it a try (gotta’ move your mess around)
We’re a dance band. Gonna’ make you move
We’re a dance band. Come on and get your groove
We’re a dance band. Gotta’ make you move
We’re a dance band. Come on and get your groove
Move it, Move it. Gonna’ move your mess around
Move it, Move it. Gonna’ move your mess around
Move it, Move it. Gonna’ move your mess around
Move it, Move it. Gonna’ move your mess around
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4. |
What It Means
04:37
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You say that I'm an African woman
But I don't know exactly who I am
Where is my land, except in this place
Where I was born, and where are living my friends
You say, that I should be proud of myself
But first you must be proud of your soul
There is a weight on my shoulders
All the tears that I’ve seen by pictures
I’ve got a right to live on my own
I’ve got a right to walk all alone
If I could forget the ghosts in my past
One day I am sure I will understand, what it means to walk on my own
You say we’ve had hard times
But struggle and sorrow come to all
But nowadays I can see a man in the street
He doesn’t like the way I move my feet
I’ve got a right to leave on my own
I’ve got a right to walk on my own
Now I can forget the ghosts in my past
One day I am sure I will understand, what it means, what it means, to be black
I spent so much time trying to understand
Just exactly who I am
I'm trying I'm trying, I'm trying, trying again,
I've got my voice, only my voice, to explain
I’ve got a right to live on my own
I’ve got a right to walk all alone
Cause now I can forget the ghosts in my past
Now I am sure, now I understand, what it means, to walk on my own
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5. |
Meteronomy
03:18
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Listen to me
Hear what I say
The band knows a way
Have you had a dream
You know what they mean to you
Knowing how you feel
Knowing what is really real
Listen to me
Hear what I say
Black is okay
Oh how can you say
That you know the only way
If life is a drag
Then you know the rags to wear
Clean the wax out your ears and please listen to me
Most cats, be straight wack, with little substance, they speak
A lot of nonsense on tracks but lack the vision to see
That Hip-Hop was the voice that empowered the weak
Started off in the parks as a way to teach
The poor youth about self-knowledge, righteous speech
It used to be for the upliftment of community
Now it packs jails for capitalist industries
I know sex sells but hell I need some substance please
See I mean well not dissing who be on T.V.
Everybody has to fulfill their destiny
Life’s a mystery until you find the recipe
Every time I spit bars, you get the best of me
Soul goal is to resurrect your frequency
Saraph and Urban Groove Unit gonna set you free
Lyrically, sonic symphony, ministry, so please won’t you LISTEN TO ME!
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