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Good morning, boys and girls. |
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It's a new day, what we call the morning after. |
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Ain't nothing changed, though. |
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Still the same war, yer' head feelin like it exploded last night, right. |
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Verse 1: (Promoe) |
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All of the people can't be alright all of the time they tell me |
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But some people seem to have a right to have it all |
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All of my people let's unite right now |
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Don't follow Babylon system because they're capitalistic cannibals |
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I'm callin' for equal rights and justice just like the teacher Peter Tosh did |
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Tryin' to reach my people in the mush pit at the festivals |
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Or at the clubs, the cars, the parks, at homes ' wherever you choose to roam |
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Promoe on the microphone, don't care if I'm right or no I just shoot the foam |
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Don't know if it's night or afternoon, but I know it's the morning after soon |
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And I know I'm gonna pass out soon, too fast too soon, bring me back the tune |
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So I can vibe all night like there's no tomorrow |
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Come with me on a flight, leave this world so shallow |
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Piece of the pie, keys of the ride, E's for the high, dime piece on the side |
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That's what they all want aint's it, y'all gon' feel it morning after, no more laughter |
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Work in iniquity and we think we are free |
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Just because we can't see, the chorus sing it with me! |
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Chorus: (Promoe & Rantoboko) |
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Oh yes |
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- It's been a hard day's night now it's a dog day afternoon |
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I'm so tired of the world right now |
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- It's been a hard day's night now it's a dog day afternoon |
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Never wanna wake up no more |
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- It's been a hard day's night now it's a dog day afternoon |
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Just wanna take it easy |
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- I am with the people when the world unites... |
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Verse 2: (Timbuktu) |
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No peace ' no justice, they're restless, don't need get busted for questions |
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Seek and trust in affection, plus keep in touch with the checks and |
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People wieldin' weapons at each other to keep it covered |
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And keep it comin', the power that be just wanna see the numbers |
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Would probably eat their mothers, don't really speak to others |
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Just sit back and watch people fall into deeper slumbers |
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Of money and materialistic shit |
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That's unequally distributed |
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And the things that we're willing to risk for it, to just get a whiff of it |
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Ride around town in a crispy whip, get a pretty chick to kiss my lip |
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I want every day to be like a festival, I wanna kick back have nothing else to do |
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But eat cake in the park, drink makers mark, swim around the pool like a mako shark |
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But what am I gonna make the bacon off? And I get no sleep still awake at dawn |
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All I wanna do is hold my chest out, all you gonna get is totally stressed out |
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Howlin like a Wolf, screaming like Jay Hawkins |
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With nightmares of what their dreams might cost them |
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Chorus: (Timbuktu & Rantoboko) |
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Oh yes |
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- It's been a hard day's night now it's a dog day afternoon |
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Thinkin' of when times get better |
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- It's been a hard day's night now it's a dog day afternoon |
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Pointin' my eyes to the sky |
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- It's been a hard day's night now it's a dog day afternoon |
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And you know |
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- I'm chillin' with my people... when the world unites |
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Verse 3: (Chords) |
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All I hear are clocks tickin', I'm stuck in this hot kitchen |
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in the fuckin' wok sizzin', watchin' how the plot thickens |
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Watchin' all these cops friskin' little kids for shopliftin' |
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Tellin' em to stop, listen! Run and check the job listings |
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Nah mister, I don't work for slave wages |
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I don't want my playstation to trade places with a pacemaker |
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I just relaxed real cool, sat back looked pass the rules |
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You and your pack of fools ruined my afternoon |
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I swear these motherfuckers got a hold of me, bloodsuckers controllin' me |
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Won't let go of me, and they throwin' me to the wall, but I fall on my own two feet |
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Could it be cus I'm rollin' trees and my block smells like potpourri |
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With my eyes shot red like the Cyclops in the Odyssey when I go to sleep |
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It is cus I don't hold the grease? Fuck that man I flow on beats |
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Fuck the man patrollin' streets, cuffin' hands and holdin heat |
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I'd rather earn a dollar with a dirty collar |
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workin' the early hours for something worth the bother! |
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Chorus: (Chords & Rantoboko) |
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Don't need no 9-5 |
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- It's been a hard day's night now it's a dog day afternoon |
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Not to know that I'm alive |
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- It's been a hard day's night now it's a dog day afternoon |
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See I know that time will fly |
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- It's been a had day's night now it's a dog day afternoon |
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Even if I don't climb inside, and vibe... |
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- Relaxin' with my people when the world unites! |
