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Sumthin' Wicked This Way Comes 
Hard
by TLC ft. Andre 3000
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Remember back in the time
When the only sign we had was pickets?
But now in '94, it be way
Something come wicked
Gangs killing others fo' colors
Thangs that we fo' fashion
Other brothers it fo' what reason?
To be blasting
What da is going on?
Not soft like buttercups but
Had of singin' that same song
See, I stayed across the street from the projects
Took out yo' momma trash and groceries
To her trunk
To keep my fat, like cellulite
Only been to jail one week fo' some shull-bit
And I pray to God I won't repeat
I shoulda it when I had the chance to
No, I shouldn't a did that, cuz if I did that?
Y'all would not hear that phat shit
That keeps you on yo' tippy-toes
Like that fella, not calling no names
But "who's bad?"
I go through obstacles like a whole box of condoms
You can't forget what you come from
Take a good look in the mirror
And tell me, do you what you see
of deception, corruption and evil
But you're always quick to point the at me
Won't somebody me
I just don't understand
The of the today
I feel like
There's nothing to live for
So I'm longing for the days of yesterday
What gave you the to misjudge me
And write me off on the wall
Acting as if you understand me
In reality, you just don't know me at all
Sometimes I can't but wonder
If this was how it's meant to be
But if you search deep enough in your soul
You'll always find a slight reminder of me
Won't tell me
I just don't understand
The ways of the world today
Sometimes I feel like
There's nothing to for
So I'm longing for the days of yesterday
A-yo, if we could all agree
To letting our souls become free
Of that sweet bitterness
Then who's chest would have the most seeds?
I keep misfocusing my needs
And distress on my back cats
They be blasting into my knapsack
Ain't no accidental deathtraps
My is the fact I'm to snap
It's when I feel as my body's able to go
My mind is ready to flow, didn't you know?
First you catch and then I throw
It's my own sense of time
If I'm late, it's 'cuz I'm ending my day
Just the sun shines
And still gently advising the arising of the moon
As it rolls around my soundproof dimension
I don't understand
The ways of the world today
Sometimes I like
There's nothing to live for
So I'm longing for the days of yesterday
I just don't understand
The ways of the world today
Sometimes I feel like
There's nothing to live for
So I'm longing for the days of yesterday
When the only sign we had was pickets?
But now in '94, it be way
Something come wicked
Gangs killing others fo' colors
Thangs that we fo' fashion
Other brothers it fo' what reason?
To be blasting
What da is going on?
Not soft like buttercups but
Had of singin' that same song
See, I stayed across the street from the projects
Took out yo' momma trash and groceries
To her trunk
To keep my fat, like cellulite
Only been to jail one week fo' some shull-bit
And I pray to God I won't repeat
I shoulda it when I had the chance to
No, I shouldn't a did that, cuz if I did that?
Y'all would not hear that phat shit
That keeps you on yo' tippy-toes
Like that fella, not calling no names
But "who's bad?"
I go through obstacles like a whole box of condoms
You can't forget what you come from
Take a good look in the mirror
And tell me, do you what you see
of deception, corruption and evil
But you're always quick to point the at me
Won't somebody me
I just don't understand
The of the today
I feel like
There's nothing to live for
So I'm longing for the days of yesterday
What gave you the to misjudge me
And write me off on the wall
Acting as if you understand me
In reality, you just don't know me at all
Sometimes I can't but wonder
If this was how it's meant to be
But if you search deep enough in your soul
You'll always find a slight reminder of me
Won't tell me
I just don't understand
The ways of the world today
Sometimes I feel like
There's nothing to for
So I'm longing for the days of yesterday
A-yo, if we could all agree
To letting our souls become free
Of that sweet bitterness
Then who's chest would have the most seeds?
I keep misfocusing my needs
And distress on my back cats
They be blasting into my knapsack
Ain't no accidental deathtraps
My is the fact I'm to snap
It's when I feel as my body's able to go
My mind is ready to flow, didn't you know?
First you catch and then I throw
It's my own sense of time
If I'm late, it's 'cuz I'm ending my day
Just the sun shines
And still gently advising the arising of the moon
As it rolls around my soundproof dimension
I don't understand
The ways of the world today
Sometimes I like
There's nothing to live for
So I'm longing for the days of yesterday
I just don't understand
The ways of the world today
Sometimes I feel like
There's nothing to live for
So I'm longing for the days of yesterday
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