You never never know...
I was just a shortie wanna make some sound,
never knew I had it goin round and round.
So I learned to play a little bit of violin,
but most of all I learned how to listen.
Round about 13 I got real bold,
made a little tape and that tape I sold.
Recorded in the basement of some shady guys,
so I had to tell um, "f*** you very much and bye bye."
Then came Epic, they really tried to sell it.
"You'll be rich and famous if you only make a record,
that has a lot of fluff, and don't forget the hooks,
babe just stick with us,
and they'll be writing books."
I couldn't do it so I headed for the coast,
homeless and remote, I learned how to float.
Then I found my love and the one I call my son,
we live like forever has only just begun.
You never never know.
(Count Bass D's verse)
Lost on a teenage sea wound up in Tennessee.
Lost on a teenage see wound up in (glory).
Free I landed on my feet thanks to beats.
Free I landed on my feet thanks to (glory).
Now here is something you were not told,
Dwight Spitz cannot be pigeonholed.
Divine Miss Em Wells, a story she cleverly tells,
hillbillies vs. the business of Beverly Hills.
Another concept we all must ponder,
absence of genre makes the art grow fonder.
I was just a shortie wanna make some sound,
never knew I had it goin round and round.
So I learned to play a little bit of violin,
but most of all I learned how to listen.
Round about 13 I got real bold,
made a little tape and that tape I sold.
Recorded in the basement of some shady guys,
so I had to tell um, "f*** you very much and bye bye."
Then came Epic, they really tried to sell it.
"You'll be rich and famous if you only make a record,
that has a lot of fluff, and don't forget the hooks,
babe just stick with us,
and they'll be writing books."
I couldn't do it so I headed for the coast,
homeless and remote, I learned how to float.
Then I found my love and the one I call my son,
we live like forever has only just begun.
You never never know.
(Count Bass D's verse)
Lost on a teenage sea wound up in Tennessee.
Lost on a teenage see wound up in (glory).
Free I landed on my feet thanks to beats.
Free I landed on my feet thanks to (glory).
Now here is something you were not told,
Dwight Spitz cannot be pigeonholed.
Divine Miss Em Wells, a story she cleverly tells,
hillbillies vs. the business of Beverly Hills.
Another concept we all must ponder,
absence of genre makes the art grow fonder.