Yeah, mmm mmm mmm, yeah that sho' feel good. Hello! I go by the name of simply Cee-Lo Green - how do you do? Welcome. I thought I'd seize this opportunity to tell you a little bit more about myself if you don't mind. This is my vision. YouknowhatI'msaying? Check me out now. Uhh
I have millenniums of material and rivers of rhythm An entire ocean of emotion that's enlightening to swim in Also a forest of feeling, beaten paths of peace Trapped inside my silhouette I have to speak to release Demanding more from the pen than I horde from the pen The line between playing to win and sin is thin But I walk it with grace and I talk it with taste I am that raw, simply put, and I rest my case; it's elementary Yet far more than resources to pay the rent for me Everything that I've done is divine Ask God, he'll tell ya, yeah, he mine So, you see, you don't need another thug out of me That is the last thing I plan to be on this LP But I'ma go slip into something mo' comfortable and continue the lesson No inconvenience at all, I insist on leaving an impression
So relax, and ride out. Relax, okay, and ride out Just relax, and ride out. Players, relax, and ride out
I also solicit visual verbalism worth a visit Intensely exquisite artism inquire all. Who is it? It's a deliciously daring delicacy I eat to exist Oh, he's waving those words, I want seconds and thirds Oh, hush. That's awful kind of you, you're making me blush I could use some competition, but they not making me much Man, this beat is like my master, it's making me bust Hip-hop is suffering, meaning I'm a necessity, if nothing But you like every other rapper - cornrows and a bandana But I get a hundred and fifty thousand dollar check every three months off Santana Don't you fuck up, though, my family is the whole side of Atlanta Now, how can I say? Okay, let me just put it this way If anyone ever contests my conquest my gun best Yo son just, takes one time to be one less Til you run and tell the rest that I'm the best I sang sweet, but brang heat to bang meat We all on the same street And it's not that often I verbalize the essential element of surprise I am not one of these thug rapper guys But this one will help you realize, and use both eyes to recognize the type of action that this amount of money buys Now listen son, let me drop some shit on you man I can just "do-do-do-do-do-do-do" and put a hit on you man Aith hot heat that will make your heart beat quit on you man And Mr. Dawson'll find a pretty box to fit all you man
So relax, and ride out. Just relax, young man, and ride out Hey, you better relax, and ride out. Okay? Just relax, and ride out
I could take that shit all day But if I only had sixteen more bars to live I'd get high, and hopefully O.D. on an alternative I'd give a dim lit dream, a colour scheme And I'd swim for the sun (so far) no matter how impossible that may seem I'd bury my feet in the foundation of a forest Becoming one with everything there I would be long. I would be right and wrong. But I'd be rare And then I would pretend I didn't care. Use my fear And pray that my forever would be fare. And I love you all, unconditional, I get misty already missing y'all And then I forgive those who rhyme to kill the time While mine cultivate the consciousness and Chill the spine, heal the mind, yet still sublime
Ride out. Relax, and ride out. Relax, and ride out. Relax, and ride out This is one for the road. Yeah. One time for your motherfucking mind I told how you motherfucking play. D.F. y'all. Believe this. Yeah Shouts out to Outkast, Goodie Mob. Yeah, Backbone, where ya at brother? (Hey) Hahaha. Alright. (Easy now) Hahaha. Yeah. Can't nobody stop me now No, sir. Yeah. I'm gone, y'all. Oh, man. It's lovely. Ahahah. Yeah Somebody better stop me. Hahaha. Cause I'm good. Heheheheh. Yeah. Hahahahah Alright now. Heheheh. Yeah. Alright, we gonna relax, cause it feels so good Everybody doing their godamn thing. YeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
