Oh heli, oh heli I'm crouching you with a telescope in hand Looking out across our Lego land I really think it's about time that she came down She a
We smelled your soup on the fire cooking We saw your toys and your pencils looking bright So bright and yet they come from, oh, so far away We heard
We're only making plans for Nigel We only want what's best for him We're only making plans for Nigel Nigel just needs that helping hand And if young
I ask myself should I put my finger to the left, no I ask myself should I put my finger to the right, no It doesn't really matter where I put my finger
Am I asleep or am I fast Your every race You first, you last Roads girdle the globe We safe in your concrete robe Hail mother motor, hail piston rotor
I'm in the limelight, no time for sun ray We are the happening, this day is our day I'm in the limelight, big on my block now I'm in the limelight, I
Do this, do that, do this, do that Go and speak (Do this) To your niece (Do that) Kiss your aunt (Do this) On the cheek (Do that) Don't talk back (Do
Happy I'm floating Around on my feet now You make me go dizzy I'm weak at the knees As I feel like I'm walking 'Round a ten feet tall I feel like I'm
She has six swans singing in her sauna So she can't hear what's going on No she can't hear what's going on In the outside world In the outside world In
How bright are the fires of thought In a chain of command? (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) How bright is the medical torch When it's put in our hand? (Oh, oh, oh
Snipping, snipping, snipping goes the scissor man Putting end to evil doers games Snipping, snipping, snipping goes the scissor man Maybe you are in his
When you're near me, I have difficulty respirating When you're near me, I have difficulty concentrating When you're near me, I have difficulty standing
In this secret time, invading on our privacy Unknowing we mime, we play for the ministry They can film you in bed or when you take a bath They can tape
end Am I pretty enough? Tragedy end Am I pretty enough? Tragedy end Am I pretty enough? Musette and drums Watching is too Watching is too Musette and drums
) [Chorus - Freeway] It don't matter where you at, it's matters where you from That's why I spit hood raps over African drums You gotta rep where you
don't play these military drums on the head of my soul . . . I don't play these military drums on the head sf my ssul . . . I don't play these military drums
Drums, drums, drums. Beat, beat, beat. Drum beat, beat drum. Drums, yeah! Duga, duga, duga, cha... Beat, yo! Give me the drums. Go man, go man.
hollow I feel weak Passion fruits and holy bread Fill my guts and ease my head Through the early morning sun I can see her here she comes She bangs the drums