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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