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Текст (слова) песни: Five Fingers of Funk - Autumn Blue

Late at night I`m writing got a lot on my mind
Exchanging midnight beats for sleep `cause time`s hard to find
Spent the whole day hiking through the city on a mission
Wishing I was living under different conditions

Looking for a face in the crowd I don`t know
Looking past glass as if my nerves don`t show
Looking for a new way to say one pairs of prints ain`t enough
Me have to bluff me have no trust that makes it hard for me to open up

But I play the role and now nobody knows what`s in me
I`m past the point of thinking that I could ever win see
I get all choked up about something that isn`t there
Fair Skinned Earth Autumn Sun Through Black Hair "Where?"

Over there on college campus ground pavement
I turn my head it`s just a shadow that`s how my day went
My spirits fall like golden leaves from autumn trees
Collected in the street by the cool as `trane fall breeze

Autumn Blue...

I`m looking out the window just to watch the block
Residential hotels smack addicts in flocks
A lazy day waitress with the hand that rocks
The ladle wipes the table feet below dreadlocks

Tickled ivories trickle out a modest speaker
Don`t mind being alone but I`d be glad to greet her
One hundred and twenty miles from home but still in my dome
Pick up the phone and maybe later I`ll see her

A happy couple crosses Second Ave. holding hands
I`m glad I`m not happy `cause I still can`t stand
The weight of a crush a light brush induced blush
That anxiety rush of that uncomforable hush

In conversation that two second pause feels like I`m waiting
For a bus I may have missed when I`m already late and
It`s raining on my clean clothes day four of a new job
Well maybe it`s not that bad but still that moment feels odd

So I repel it if I can smell it on the verge about to happen
It seems I`m without words unless I`m freestyle rapping
But then I`m full of crap and plus my mind is on city
On the real I feel uptight when all my fronts miss witty

It`s hard to handle microphones I`ll light like a gasoline candle
Face to face I`m feeling square as a handbill
So I`ll head home and try to put it all together
Get me on my own and all along and I`ll be better

Autumn Blue...

 

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