We are... We are one. When we are loud, we are one When we are one, we are more We are more, we are more, we are more, we are... We are one One We
never could abide by that dungeon life with electric light a clean towel and a basin mantle figures mind their place laughs where they belong through adventure we are
left are wasted memories of me and you. And this bitter ending. There must be a thousand ways that we could watch our world come crahsing down But we found one
that finger Ay yo yo yo throw y'all fingers up! Thug style baby, Thug style y'know? Verse One: Tell me baby are you lonely? Don't wanna rush ya I can
a body flowing slow like a smooth poet it tosses gave my mind like some cool more wet and decided we together like the birds and the bees a match made
on your future your life is their game wouldn't you like to play Here we go congress one progress zero You think your leaders are thinking about reform
footie footie footie, Ball ball ball, football, All the team wear numbers, I **** their jumpers, strips are different colours, it helps to sort out one
I like to sit on chairs and you prefer the floor Walking with each other, think we'll never match at all, but we do But we do, but we do, but we do
like a perfect match. we kids in lust and the night is young the dance we share will guide the way. the unforgettable romance. you whisper "hope" like no one
be one life behind That's why I'm all alone What's it gonna take to make you see That we are falling apart I wonder can we throw away the past So we can
act usual One of the first MC's to give the crowd full attention Cuz you need love and affection Chorus[Aesop Rock, Vast Aire] [2x] If we could absorb
(feat. Dose One) [Aesop Rock and Dose One] This is not your ordinary ballad With a perfect little bow around the middle And a black man on a white horse
buzzard to fallen elk, talking stealth We got babies, rubber stamps, and briefcase parts We on some door-to-door now Order ten dollars or more, we'll
with lives, topics, lack conceptual, ridicule The night breathes but light's choking Darkness occupies the throne Where poems are persecuted The purity at times dilluted Rhymes are
I could make 'em all dance, or I could sleep I could walk with a limp and make your step feel incomplete people are made of match sticks, light this
(Hey Sugar, how you doin'? Your pretty face don't match that nasty attitude. What do you mean, 'Where's my girl?' Probly with your man. Can we fuck?)
