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    Talib Kweli »

    Talib Kweli Lonely People текст песни

    Lonely People

    (featuring Michelle Williams)

    [Hook: The Beatles sample (Michelle Williams)]
    All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
    All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
    I look at all the lonely people (I look at all the
    lonely people)
    I look at all the lonely people (I look at all the
    lonely people)
    I look at all the lonely people (yeah)
    I look at all the lonely people

    [Intro: Talib Kweli *over hook*]
    Yeah I like to go out to clubs
    Las Palmas, you know
    Cheetahs, Envy if I wanna get grimey wit’ it at
    Bungalow Eight
    Opium down in Miami
    But when I walk in, I look around and I think..

    [Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
    Yo, I’m headin’ out, ’bout to do some flesh and now
    I know my flesh endowed with somethin’ to prove
    I’m settin’ out on a trip to Heaven’s mount
    Yeah, I’m steppin’ out in the name of love
    Who knew the Devil could slow dance?
    We have pathological romances with technological advance
    Infatuated with infatuation and
    Intellectual masturbation with premature ejaculation
    Make a baby mama’s all bastardization and
    Lonely people all through the city
    They club hoppin’ and they love shoppin’ and they thug posturin’
    Thugs be lockin’ horns with Crips on them drug blocks
    And them dollars flow right out of the ‘hood
    When you tryin’ to make paper out of the wood
    You know that money don’t grow on trees
    For paper people change colors like leaves
    And they fall off in the mud like a filthy pig
    Makin’ you and your dogs who store all call off
    That much deserved ass whippin’
    He snitchin’, he twitchin’, he bitchin’, he all soft
    Never work with his hands
    Little kid on the block who always ran
    At all costs, gotta be in the club
    Lookin’ for happiness or the meaning of love
    Then it hit him, out the blue like a vision
    All of a sudden he don’t like the way he been livin’
    And wanna be forgiven
    How I know? Cuz I’m right there wit’ him
    Yo, yo

    [Hook: The Beatles sample (Michelle Williams)]
    All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
    (oh)
    All the lonely people, where do they all belong? (oh)
    I look at all the lonely people (I look at all the
    lonely people)
    I look at all the lonely people (oh I look at all)

    [Verse 2: Talib Kweli]
    Tattoos tell ‘em who you are
    Plastic surgery cause your tired of god
    Uh, lasers to remove the scar
    And then you are, you a supastar, supastar
    It’s your birthday and you in the club
    Talkin’ "Holla back" and "Nigga what"
    So much cleavage and asscrack
    If pussy were a stock it would plummet on the Nasdaq
    Blank stares like nobody care
    In a room so exclusive nobody there
    But really, truth is that nobody there
    Cuz it’s feelings inside that nobody share
    I want God to smile on me
    But see, fame is a drug and you wild on E
    Celebrities decorated like Christmas trees
    Got complex like they want a Christmas Eve
    Sing a song to yourself and you stand alone
    Get nominated for a gold gramophone
    Walk the red carpet, left your man at home
    Security snatchin’ people camera phones
    You got rose gold yellow bottles, pink Cashmere
    So ahead of the trend, that’s so last year
    Last month, last day, last hour, last minute
    Your pursuit of crew is so passionate
    do this cash in it, laugh in his face
    If it’s def or anybody who don’t stay in his place
    So popular can’t go no where, folks stoppin’ ya
    Might want to check a thermometer
    When you go to a room heat rises
    Surrounded by people still lonely, that’s why you need disguises
    Well, Probably

    [Hook: The Beatles sample (Michelle Williams)]
    All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
    All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
    I look at all the lonely people (I look at all the
    lonely people)
    I look at all the lonely people (yeah)

    {*Michelle Williams harmonizes with the beat*}

    [Hook: The Beatles sample (Michelle Williams)]
    All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
    All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
    I look at all the lonely people



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