Common Lyrics
Common Lyrics
"Real People Lyrics"
I'm So Cute Lyrics
Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals) Adrian Belew (rhythm guitar, vocals) Tommy Mars (keyboards, vocals) Peter Wolf (keyboards) Patrick O'Hearn (bass, vocals) Terry Bozzio (drums, vocals) Ed Mann (percussion, vocals) Napoleon Murphy Brock (background vocals) Andre Lewis (backg
Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals) Adrian Belew (rhythm guitar, vocals) Tommy Mars (keyboards, vocals) Peter Wolf (keyboards) Patrick O'Hearn (bass, vocals) Terry Bozzio (drums, vocals) Ed Mann (percussion, vocals) Napoleon Murphy Brock (background vocals) Andre Lewis (backg
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, you know how me and 'Ye do
[Verse 1]
Real People walk in the streets, the streets is talkin'
Often it's beef this city never does
People walk and talk in they sleep
Cold sweats and wet dreams
On how to get green our faith is all in a jeep
Black souls raw and they deep
Hypes tryna talk with no teeth
Shorties sayin' ball or retreat
A lesson we all speak at one point or another
Whatchu expect from one who smoke a joint with his mother
Anointed hustlers in a fatherless region
Through the pain wish they know that God was just teachin'<
Until Then Lyrics
If you think nothing is yours If I think everything belongs to me How wrong Ill be None of us have anything Theres a place I have never explored Another world we have yet to conquer And untill then none of us have anything
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We want decent homesIf you think nothing is yours If I think everything belongs to me How wrong Ill be None of us have anything Theres a place I have never explored Another world we have yet to conquer And untill then none of us have anything
So dreams we say out loud like speakerphones just to keep em on
It's like a colored song that keep keepin' on
I guess knowin' I'm weak is when I'm really bein' strong
Somehow through the dust I could see the dawn
Like the Bishop Magic Juan, that's why I write freedom songs
For the real people
[Verse 2]
I wonder is the spirits of Bob Marley and Haile Selassie
Watch me as the cops be tryna and pop and lock me
They cocky, plus they mentality is Nazi
The way they treat blacks I wanna snap like paparazzi
We're the children of a better God sear
Big Generator Lyrics
verse 1: Such a strange pre-occupation Such a strange peculiar breed How it's shining in its armour Made of gold and made of steel It can strike a chord inside you Like a generation's need Speaking happy words of promise chorus 1: Big generator Lives out of sig
hin' for better jobsverse 1: Such a strange pre-occupation Such a strange peculiar breed How it's shining in its armour Made of gold and made of steel It can strike a chord inside you Like a generation's need Speaking happy words of promise chorus 1: Big generator Lives out of sig
We could cop ghetto cars tryin' not to catch a charge
They say the dope game is sour
Now they doin' homework that's when they follow you for hours
Come to your crib and devour all that you work for
Must be more than paper these niggaz hurt for
Through the purple haze I circle days I rhyme that work for pays
Tryna reverse the slave's mind and insert the brave mentality
Heard that it's drama at home
Can a dude break free and still get honored at home
I was told by a chief it's the games nature
When you're glowin' some will love and some will hate ya
I Found A Letter Lyrics
(Allison Moorer/Doyle Primm) I found a letter that you wrote me It said I was your one and only And you would never ever leave my loving arms But the truth is all that matters Your pretty words no longer flatter 'Cause I know they didn't come from your heart I found y
It's real people(Allison Moorer/Doyle Primm) I found a letter that you wrote me It said I was your one and only And you would never ever leave my loving arms But the truth is all that matters Your pretty words no longer flatter 'Cause I know they didn't come from your heart I found y
[Verse 3]
Black men walking wit white girls on they arms
I be mad at em as if I know they moms
Told to go beyond the surface, a person's a person
When we lessen our women our condition seems to worsen
The weary cursin' the sky
Talkin' to themselves givin' the version of why help and hurt in they eye
I live across from it, some of it I do be in
I be showin' niggaz lives
Like UPN
It's real people
Yeah.
For you and yours
Good music
Forever
Yeah
Rock on
We keep on
Uh.. Yeah
Yeah, yeah
The real...