(Damon Albarn)
I'm a pale imitator of a boy in the sky
With a cap in his hand and a knot in his tie
I'm the light in the mall when the power is gone
The shadow in the corner, just playin' along
I'ma lay right in my bed, I'm rolling aside
But if I get a car (Uh), I'm roamin' to rob
Because I know if I ever chill of livin' to you
You've got a folding chair, and you don't know what to do
You talk
(James Murphy?)
You wanna do it, but you don't know what you're doin', baby
(Ah-ah-ah-ah)
You wanna feel it, but you don't know what you're feelin', good night
(All right, how are we doing?)
And if you're thinking that I don't know what you're thinkin', baby
(Ah-ah-ah-ah)
You're done with thinking and I'm going out and making it right
(All right, how do you do?)
(Albarn)
I'm impregnable, incredible, the setting of quo
I'm at Lay Chimirida, not a heart and so'
I got a Saturday night, and nothing is dead
And if I ever had to do it, well, you know I wouldn't care
I just kicked down, I love when I'm seen
Yeah, and if I'm on a tour back, the message is free
Then there's a fire, a ray, a knot in sight
And if you get popped here, you get 'em a lot
You get a heart, bake
You wanna do it, but you don't know what you're doin', baby
(Ah-ah-ah-ah)
You wanna feel it, but you don't know what you're feelin', good night
(All right, how are we doing?)
And if you're thinking that I don't know what you're thinkin', baby
(Ah-ah-ah-ah)
You're done with thinking and I'm going out and making it right
(All right, how do you do?)
(Andre 3000)
Every time we try, we get nowhere
Wouldn't it be nice if we were just normal people, yeah?
Tryin' so hard to act like we don't care (Hmmm)
But it's true, you do, nothin' is left, so I guess I'm right
New word: Onomateopoeia (Boom)
Quit actin' like you don't wanna be here
f*** around and get jumped like leap year
Glock and a glove make you really wanna leave me a...
...lone, get the f*** on, go'n
Okay, okay, okay, back to the happy songs
Rap ain't nothin' but an auto-talkin' kit
My girl look pretty up there ridin' d***
My plaid past, my solid future
Astronaut a** and a gorgeous coochie
I'm an outcast, but you're into me
Summer got mad 'cause winter blew me
That Juicy Fruit, that splooshie-sploosh
Generation X on bloop-de-bloop
Get duked out, or get dookie-duked
Er'rybody hit the floor, we through the roof
Like a chimney, now come in me
How come it be, some lame, man
n**** talkin' 'bout "Aww, he don't rap enough"
But y'all rap a lot and I'm like "Wrap it up, hoe"
Ye ain't Scarface, ye ain't Willie D
Ye ain't Bushwick, ye ain't killin' me
Better play with ya ma'f*****' mama
Betcha still stay witcha ma'f*****' mama
Keep sleepin' on me, I'ma rock my pajamas
In the daytime, I swear, I promise
Dare a n**** say somethin', tear a n**** face off
How come blacks don't play baseball?
Y'all white, know y'all can taste all this fly s***
I stay finna take off
Do ya d*** thing, do ya thing-a-thing
Do ya d*** thing, do ya thing-a-thing
Do ya d*** thing, do ya thing-a-thing
Ye ain't fresh squeezed juice, n****, you that Tang
Do ya d*** thing, do ya thing-a-thing
Do ya d*** thing, do ya thing-a-thing
Do ya d*** thing, do ya thing-a-thing
Well, is you really Slick Rick? Nope, you just ain't a thing
Bet it up, head erupts
A lava language and a vocal volcanic
If it ain't fixed, don't broke it, don't panic
If it ain't this, it ain't s***, goddammit
If it ain't this, it ain't dope, it don't flush
And if it ain't hip or don't hop, well then hush
"Man, they sound like," "Man, they stole yo',"
"Man, they look like": Nope, it ain't us
Ah, do ya d*** thing, do ya thing-a-thing
Do ya d*** thing, do ya thing-a-thing
Do ya d*** thing, do ya thing-a-thing
Is you really Slick Rick? No, you just ain't a thing
Do ya d*** thing, do ya thing-a-thing
Do ya d*** thing, do ya thing-a-thing
Do ya d*** thing, do ya thing-a-thing
Ye ain't fresh squeezed juice, n****, you that Tang
Every time we try, we get nowhere
Wouldn't it be nice if we were just normal people, yeah?
Tryin' so hard to act like we don't care (I 'on't care)
But it's true, you do, nothin' is left, so I guess I'm right
Flip the page, our days are revelations (Hiiide!)
s***e is strange, doctor, I've got no patience!
Oh, it's all a part of the process (Okay, okay)
Nothin's new, it's true, cool, I admit, s***, I guess you're right!
I'm a pale imitator of a boy in the sky
With a cap in his hand and a knot in his tie
I'm the light in the mall when the power is gone
The shadow in the corner, just playin' along
I'ma lay right in my bed, I'm rolling aside
But if I get a car (Uh), I'm roamin' to rob
Because I know if I ever chill of livin' to you
You've got a folding chair, and you don't know what to do
You talk
(James Murphy?)
You wanna do it, but you don't know what you're doin', baby
(Ah-ah-ah-ah)
You wanna feel it, but you don't know what you're feelin', good night
(All right, how are we doing?)
And if you're thinking that I don't know what you're thinkin', baby
(Ah-ah-ah-ah)
You're done with thinking and I'm going out and making it right
(All right, how do you do?)
(Albarn)
I'm impregnable, incredible, the setting of quo
I'm at Lay Chimirida, not a heart and so'
I got a Saturday night, and nothing is dead
And if I ever had to do it, well, you know I wouldn't care
I just kicked down, I love when I'm seen
Yeah, and if I'm on a tour back, the message is free
Then there's a fire, a ray, a knot in sight
And if you get popped here, you get 'em a lot
You get a heart, bake
You wanna do it, but you don't know what you're doin', baby
(Ah-ah-ah-ah)
You wanna feel it, but you don't know what you're feelin', good night
(All right, how are we doing?)
And if you're thinking that I don't know what you're thinkin', baby
(Ah-ah-ah-ah)
You're done with thinking and I'm going out and making it right
(All right, how do you do?)
(Andre 3000)
Every time we try, we get nowhere
Wouldn't it be nice if we were just normal people, yeah?
Tryin' so hard to act like we don't care (Hmmm)
But it's true, you do, nothin' is left, so I guess I'm right
New word: Onomateopoeia (Boom)
Quit actin' like you don't wanna be here
f*** around and get jumped like leap year
Glock and a glove make you really wanna leave me a...
...lone, get the f*** on, go'n
Okay, okay, okay, back to the happy songs
Rap ain't nothin' but an auto-talkin' kit
My girl look pretty up there ridin' d***
My plaid past, my solid future
Astronaut a** and a gorgeous coochie
I'm an outcast, but you're into me
Summer got mad 'cause winter blew me
That Juicy Fruit, that splooshie-sploosh
Generation X on bloop-de-bloop
Get duked out, or get dookie-duked
Er'rybody hit the floor, we through the roof
Like a chimney, now come in me
How come it be, some lame, man
n**** talkin' 'bout "Aww, he don't rap enough"
But y'all rap a lot and I'm like "Wrap it up, hoe"
Ye ain't Scarface, ye ain't Willie D
Ye ain't Bushwick, ye ain't killin' me
Better play with ya ma'f*****' mama
Betcha still stay witcha ma'f*****' mama
Keep sleepin' on me, I'ma rock my pajamas
In the daytime, I swear, I promise
Dare a n**** say somethin', tear a n**** face off
How come blacks don't play baseball?
Y'all white, know y'all can taste all this fly s***
I stay finna take off
Do ya d*** thing, do ya thing-a-thing
Do ya d*** thing, do ya thing-a-thing
Do ya d*** thing, do ya thing-a-thing
Ye ain't fresh squeezed juice, n****, you that Tang
Do ya d*** thing, do ya thing-a-thing
Do ya d*** thing, do ya thing-a-thing
Do ya d*** thing, do ya thing-a-thing
Well, is you really Slick Rick? Nope, you just ain't a thing
Bet it up, head erupts
A lava language and a vocal volcanic
If it ain't fixed, don't broke it, don't panic
If it ain't this, it ain't s***, goddammit
If it ain't this, it ain't dope, it don't flush
And if it ain't hip or don't hop, well then hush
"Man, they sound like," "Man, they stole yo',"
"Man, they look like": Nope, it ain't us
Ah, do ya d*** thing, do ya thing-a-thing
Do ya d*** thing, do ya thing-a-thing
Do ya d*** thing, do ya thing-a-thing
Is you really Slick Rick? No, you just ain't a thing
Do ya d*** thing, do ya thing-a-thing
Do ya d*** thing, do ya thing-a-thing
Do ya d*** thing, do ya thing-a-thing
Ye ain't fresh squeezed juice, n****, you that Tang
Every time we try, we get nowhere
Wouldn't it be nice if we were just normal people, yeah?
Tryin' so hard to act like we don't care (I 'on't care)
But it's true, you do, nothin' is left, so I guess I'm right
Flip the page, our days are revelations (Hiiide!)
s***e is strange, doctor, I've got no patience!
Oh, it's all a part of the process (Okay, okay)
Nothin's new, it's true, cool, I admit, s***, I guess you're right!