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You so freaky.. You so freaky shorty.. Ooh you so freaky.. Shit, you so freaky shorty.. Uh uh, you so freaky.. Ooh Lord, you so freaky.. Mmm uh, you so freaky shorty.. HAH HAH!! [Cee-Lo] Now everybody that's grown got skeleton bones they got hidden away Yes y'all there's a freak in us all, yet some choose not to say You can't let those who ain't yet, make you they lil' ball of clay Be free and express yourself, nastiness comes naturally Listen to me now It could be the way I wanna freak a song, tattoos, or the way I dress Or it could be; I wanna walk my way and refusin to follow the rest Or when people haven't been where you been and they say you still going too far Or when you wit ya girl and Pull over and fuck somethin in the back of the car [Hook] I'm a freak! A closet freak! A freak! Awwww a freak! [Cee-Lo after each pause in hook] I'm so excited, go on and say it Oh I'm a freak, yes I'm a freak, and just can't fight it I'm so excited, go on and say it If you a freak, say you a freak, don't try to fight it [Cee-Lo] You got to let the music freak your mind All the way, if yo' brain leavin don't mind You know a boyfriend thing is hard to find Get on the floor mama and bump and grind Ain't nuttin wrong wit - You only gon' get But it ain't no fun if you been freakin all mo'nin I'll turn you on to it - if you want you gon' do it All you got to do is find somebody like you [Hook] A freak! A closet freak! A freak! Awwww a freak! [Cee-Lo after each pause in hook] I'm so excited, go on and say it Oh I'm a freak, yes I'm a freak, and just can't hide it I'm so excited, go on and say it If you a freak, say you a freak (Wait a minute, where the God-damn horns?) {music plays with Cee-Lo vocalizing and singing} [Cee-Lo] La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-laaaaah! FREAK! - Sometimes I like freakin in the mornin FREAK! - Sometimes I like freakin at night FREAK! - Some people like freakin just lightly FREAK! - Some people think freakin ain't right FREAK! - Some people like freakin outside now FREAK! - Some people like freakin in the club FREAK! - Some people like freakin on the express-way FREAK! - Some people keen doin it in public FREAK! - Some people like freakin with the lights out FREAK! - Some people hell just don't care FREAK! - Some people like freakin 'bout money FREAK! - Some people freak anywhere FREAK! - You a freak? FREAK! - Are you a freak? FREAK! - I'm a freak FREAK! - Big ol' freak {music plays till fade} |
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Hey
A little boy you're not allowed to stay You have to evolve inevitably And I've sure come a long way The road up ahead was so unclear Backslidin down the bottle of beer Nobody knew if I would make it here Sweet music set me free From the statistic that I started to be I wish my mama was alive to see The memories of the pain have scarred And when I fall it's usually hard But I get up and keep followin' God Hey, I'm gettin' grown, (la la la la la, la la la la la) I'm gettin grown I'm gettin grown (la la la la la, la la la la la) I'm gettin grown, hey Now I remember the good ol' days Broads and boxes and blunts to blaze Now I got three children to raise I never won't be perfect I know But workin on it is worth it I know Life is just learning as you go Been selfish once or twice I had to learn how to sacrifice To live to my late nineties be nice Every day that goes by I find It either hits me or it robs me blind God I owe you this life of mine I'm gettin grown (la la la la la, la la la la la) I'm gettin grown, I'm gettin grown (la la la la la, la la la la la) I'm gettin grown (whistling) Oooo, time changed but it feels the same, There's no tellin what tommorow will bring, Even if I could I wouldn't change a thang Hey, Lord I know I'm not here to stay But thanks for wakin' me up today Prepare me for what may come my way Say, young man, there's no need to cry Because I know we will get by Look your destiny in the eye Everyday my heart burns to try You got to walk before you learn to fly And we all got to earn to die I'm gettin' grown (la la la la la, la la la la la) I'm gettin' grown I'm gettin' grown (la la la la la, la la la la la) I'm gettin' grown I'm gettin' grown (la la la la la, la la la la la) I'm gettin' grown I'm gettin' grown (la la la la la, la la la la la) I'm gettin' grown I'm gettin' grown (la la la la la, la la la la la) I'm gettin' grown (fade) |
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I am the music... (I am...)
I've yet to define myself as just, one thing. (I am...) Let's just say that I am the actual and factual supernatural... sight and surrounds Signification of conversation Two or more words rhyming in song form or spoken syncupation Heh, the reason the rudery reanimation and realization of life is rhythm I am the heartbeat and the heartache, the here and now I am the purpose, the point... the living proof of a god somewhere The lifeline, lifelike laserbeam, the progression and direction Always will be always was What all comes from and all must return The center of a perfect circle, I am your soul Music of your mind Each feeling causing each function to be in conjunction with the music I am the music... [break] I am the music [beat changes] Let's get started shall we, cause you know it's time gone Every time these niggaz rhyme wrong So uhh, lights, camera, action I'm on I'll have them standing in line to get their mind blown I'm selling soul Rapping and singing and screaming and yelling soul Manufacturing, marketing, pricing, packaging, and e-mailing soul With no rehearsal, this one verse'll whole hearse you Now a commercial, but what I must first do is make my presentation a bit more personal Everything must go - for a small price you can have the heart of me There is no part of me that can't be calculated into a commodity My musings amount to a milestone a million miles above monotony And it'll make you feel so good, it got to be God, it got to be I paint prophecy, you know airbrush atrocity with philosophy And people ask me am I gon' preach one of these days and I just tell 'em "possibly" If you let me, I'll end up being everything probably And obviously it's like any other job would be so you might as well thank God for me But isn't it amazing, how the antenna ain't nothing but a sinner You just can't go and be ordained over dinner Now I can interest an intellectual or A-B-C it for a beginner But yes my seasons still change, and it is almost winter And it give it to you at God-speed, but yet it's gentle And when I rhyme I make reading fundamentals or even black and white My lyric is live and living color, my flow if fluorescent Like scripture highlighted in bright yellow And all this for $9.99, shit that's wonderful And the great thing about it is, if you disagree you're money's refundable But there's always something rewarding, about every Cee-Lo Green recording Cuz even after all your expenses people still aspire affording It's incredible how convincing I can be with a camera pointed at me But really sometimes rapping feel like tapping to make a cracker happy But when the DAT play and the beat get bumping like adolescent acne It's kinda sad but it's showtime, my sentiment exactly So don't get mad, everybody's doing it You know you wouldn't mind a commercial with your own tennis shoe in it Whether you're selling a dream, selling a scheme, or playing a role Like it or not we're selling soul... |
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If I could write one song to right all wrongs
I would, if I could But in retrospect a little bad is good, mm-hmm We all need what we want and don't want what we need, mm-mm Life is bittersweet a bitter seed indeed, mm-hmm Well I'm so human it is a goddamn shame... I'm your thing And I make sure that I always keep me some pain- yessir To remind me that I'll survive somehow- oh Lord please don't let nothin steal me away right now- and now Cuz I wanna hut two three four what the hell are you waiting for Live (think about it are you sure you're really living) Live (think about it are you sure you're really living) Now hut two three four what the hell are you waiting for Live (think about it are you sure you're really living) Just live (think about it are you sure you're really living) Well I've struggled so hard that I survived And it's a miracle that I'm still alive Said stand up, everybody, uh this is your life You gotta get it when you can y'all Havin fun, this is your night We can't forget about the brothers, the sisters, the lovers who ain't here You only got one life y'all and I repeat the point it ain't clear And if it ain't fear then what's stopping you from going Do you not want to be responsible for knowing Cuz ignorance is bliss And ignorance is just so fucking ignorant you may even be ignorant of this And to save somebody's soul is the significance of this I'm good lookin still cookin soul food so make a dish Light a candle for love blow it out and make a wish And I hope I die happy like this Cuz I wanna Hut two three four what the hell are you waiting for Live (think about it are you sure you're really living) Live (think about it are you sure you're really living) Now hut two three four what the hell are you waiting for Live (think about it are you sure you're really living) Just live (think about it are you sure you're really living) Well I've struggled so hard that I survived And it's a miracle that I'm still alive Well I have struggled so hard yet I survive And a little miracle that I'm still alive |
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Bass Head Jazz...
Bass Head Feel like I'm walkin' across the sky Getting high on Bass Head Jazz The world is spinning so slow We ain't got nowhere to go Bass Head Let your mind be free Enter a new zone of understanding Gotta get high to get down Feel like I'm walkin' across the sky Getting high on Bass Head Jazz |
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(Cee-Lo)
Peace How y'all feel out there That's cool Alright You know, sometimes I wanna rap Sometimes I wanna sing, you know what I mean Sometimes all it calls for is a nice mellow groove Hit of rimshot, you know Just get, you know, get you open But I wanna do a piece for y'all tonight, it's called sometimes Alright, so check it out Sometimes a stranger can be your best friend Sometimes being angry is the best mood Sometimes seeing you feel good makes me feel even better Sometimes hunger is the best food Sometimes good just ain't good enough And other times evil will get you even Sometimes faith is not knowing any better Sometimes nothing is what you believe in Woah Sometimes I don't even have a hook Sometimes you fail trying And sometimes happiness hurts worse Sometimes people live dying Sometimes it's the last person that makes you first Sometimes you'll keep what you don't want And other times you'll give away what you really need Sometimes a rich man won't have a dollar And all a poor man has is greed Woah Sometimes Sometimes I just wanna listen Sounds good to me Yeah Ay yo Lock, put them strings right here Sometimes I don't think people know I'm as good as I really am Now my recitings are writing over rhythm's Regularly reinacts facts of my existance So what proof of my expertise, many emcees know of me Using unrequested serious infested poetry To prevoke what persistance For instance, I don't let the T.V. screen come in between my daily routine At a spot where me and my boy went Someone interrupted our enjoyment What do you know, an out of work emcee looking for employment But I'm still curteous with my greeting, brother I'm eating And his style sounded similar to someone elses So evidently he's been cheating But I couldn't question the destiny in which we meet So, you guessed it, I suggested that he just have a seat And then I explained to him that I remained in the mean time Mastering mysterious methods of writing Finding my piece of mind with soft music and moonlighting Then supernaturaly I forsee the beginning stages And then eventually pages get filled completely You see, I dive into the depths of my soul Seeking to explore the hidden treasure of a pure literature While these others are unsure Being that the deepness makes them doubtful Deliberatly delaying Saying they'll settle for whatever washes toward the shore Delirous from dilusion My feelings were no more direct so the conclusion is seclusion Because mixed belief create confusion To remain plain and simplistic, realistic Accurate, articulate and absolutely artistic Uninhibited, unadulterated, unstoppable Unfuckwittable and unforgettable But since I've been granted the power of choice Let God bet the voice he is So all the credibility is his So let these be words of wisdom and in the same breath be warning Son I shine like Sunday morning Woah Sometimes See you next time |
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