WAYS OF THE WORLD

Lyrics for WAYS OF THE WORLD

One, one One, one, one (one, one, one) You are now in tune with the last man Whatever they doing we don't care These blue skies, yeah, yeah You are now in tune with the last man in the room This world tragic, black magic Don't you give into thе static and the lies Don't you give into thе pressures on your mind I was standing there, way beyond seven steps To nowhere, ever Bulletproof chest, like a teflon sweater Man say age reveals, mo' better Skies laid a horn like a jazz song, preach Nobody there knocking at your door, just me In a frenzy, I had to leave in four weeks Came back with a revelation on me Save it for a night where we toast to the T It was dead silent for the snakes, tryna eat Fucking on a thing, it's a thing, it's a thing Send it up high like a glow, moon ring Even if I die, imma bop, imma sing Leave the world behind with the trouble that it bring This world tragic, black magic Don't you give into the static and the lies Don't you give into the pressures on your mind Don't you give into the pressures on your mind One, yeah