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Intro/Chorus: Cee-Lo and others (singing)



Heyy, so they tell me, it`s just about over

Ohhh yeahhh-yeah, ohhhh yeahh-yeah

So they tell me, it`s just about over

Ohhh yeahhh-yeah, ohhhhhh yeahh-yeah



Verse One: Cee-Lo (singing)



Well I`m lonely, and no one understands

The show has fallen, into the wrong hands

I am blinded, to see all that`s passed

To know it was possible, to be a sadist

I have nothing, more to give

I have lost my, will to live

I lost my pride, lost my joy, and now I`ve lost my fear

I`d rather die, because I, am just that, unhappy here



Chorus



Verse Two: Gipp, Khujo



Man it`s 20/20, uhh

It`s gettin hard, to Main Street, the Boulevard

Earth warmin, causin the ozone to fall apart

Spark rebellion, I`ma go to, guillotine

the Palestines too, divide the land right, between you

Seas cross, dirt road walked

A lot of folks that don`t talk

Some that thought they made it got caught

Slay the wicked, spirit`ll soon fix it

It`s gettin colder I wonder how much older `fore it`s all over



Not long, it was sad, how you killed my son

on the four-zero-five, changin, his flat tire

Suspect`s a white male, lead, a possible robbery

Hurts my heart that we start off this year

like this, players in position to make differences

but be, charged with rape, with all that debit

while you had it, to take the ?gushy?

Twenties frozen this time

At this North/South planet clinic

where abortions are performed



Verse Three: T-Mo



From the start, I see the end

Will we be friends in the end

Took you with me, solo creeps

Never wakin lay next to me sleep

Hate to use you, don`t abuse you

I won`t lose you, fought to keep you

He dyin to meet you, confrontation

of the tainted thought, of me lettin you step to

I got caught, messin up again

I just can`t win, tryin not to sin

When crackin the gin, makin fat distends

in a time we need to be sober

On my way through Georgia, headed back to Florida

with the Jimmy called Peanuts, mind

in the O, headed to a show

Gone with the strong, up out the do`, now..



Chorus



Chorus



*singer repeats `over` until the final riff of the song*

Intro/Chorus: Cee-Lo and others (singing)



Heyy, so they tell me, it`s just about over

Ohhh yeahhh-yeah, ohhhh yeahh-yeah

So they tell me, it`s just about over

Ohhh yeahhh-yeah, ohhhhhh yeahh-yeah



Verse One: Cee-Lo (singing)



Well I`m lonely, and no one understands

The show has fallen, into the wrong hands

I am blinded, to see all that`s passed

To know it was possible, to be a sadist

I have nothing, more to give

I have lost my, will to live

I lost my pride, lost my joy, and now I`ve lost my fear

I`d rather die, because I, am just that, unhappy here



Chorus



Verse Two: Gipp, Khujo



Man it`s 20/20, uhh

It`s gettin hard, to Main Street, the Boulevard

Earth warmin, causin the ozone to fall apart

Spark rebellion, I`ma go to, guillotine

the Palestines too, divide the land right, between you

Seas cross, dirt road walked

A lot of folks that don`t talk

Some that thought they made it got caught

Slay the wicked, spirit`ll soon fix it

It`s gettin colder I wonder how much older `fore it`s all over



Not long, it was sad, how you killed my son

on the four-zero-five, changin, his flat tire

Suspect`s a white male, lead, a possible robbery

Hurts my heart that we start off this year

like this, players in position to make differences

but be, charged with rape, with all that debit

while you had it, to take the ?gushy?

Twenties frozen this time

At this North/South planet clinic

where abortions are performed



Verse Three: T-Mo



From the start, I see the end

Will we be friends in the end

Took you with me, solo creeps

Never wakin lay next to me sleep

Hate to use you, don`t abuse you

I won`t lose you, fought to keep you

He dyin to meet you, confrontation

of the tainted thought, of me lettin you step to

I got caught, messin up again

I just can`t win, tryin not to sin

When crackin the gin, makin fat distends

in a time we need to be sober

On my way through Georgia, headed back to Florida

with the Jimmy called Peanuts, mind

in the O, headed to a show

Gone with the strong, up out the do`, now..



Chorus



Chorus



*singer repeats `over` until the final riff of the song*

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