Funny, you, funny, you
Coming too, Coming too
I see the fog it dims the light
Whether a backroom or a night
Whether a bang! bang! carefully
I think youre so long, honestly
Feels like your life is not a race, oh
The boy says bang! bang! at your face
And you are bending to the bar
Into the backside of the car.
I saw you collapse
Sailing in the urchins now,
Why dont you go back to your place, go back to your place?
Sailing aside floating ex,
I dont know how, dont know how.
I dont know how
Now that I am your only friend
With all the verses that you send
Whether a running or a drive.
Whether a running or a drive.
Feels like your life is not a race, oh
The boy says bang! bang! at your face
And you are bending to the bar
Into the backside of the car.
I saw you collapse
Sailing to the urchins now,
Why dont you go back to your place, go back to your place?
Sailing aside floating ex,
I dont know how, I dont know how.
I dont know how
Be a fancy And why you came here
You will always be a shoot
Tell me, tell me, tell me why.
Artist: Jimmy Cleveland
Artist: The Roots
Artist: Young Guns