Just instrumental, no lyrics.
Slug: ...With sage francis, to aesop rock, we're trying to save the spot, we'e trying to save the spot, we're trying to save the spot, we'e trying to
I carry the dust of a journey That cannot be shaken away It lives deep within me For I breathe it every day You and I are yesterdays answers The earth
: I Apologize (featuring Sole) written by: Sage Francis album: Sick of Waiting Tables label: Strange Famous Records (these lyrics are for the Sage Francis
Every man is listenin Change your hand positioning It makes no sense like a satanic christening They panic from all the shit I bring You ain't been dissed by Sage
(Chorus) Then one day it all dawned on me yo I wasn't down with the mainstream or should I say their team (Easier said than done) I wasn't down with the
Yeah Yo, this is Sage representin Secret Service, yo Welcome to my world kid I've been waitin for a long time You come with memories and leave with a
way too busy doing dirty laundry and washing my clothes This bastard ass took us back to the dark ages My heart races. He's got 1 out of 3 blacks locked in cages Sage
AUTHOR: Sage Francis Now I know it ain't right, but I decided I hadta' / Us poets paint life, but don't get recognized till afta' / So I faked my own
AUTHOR: Sage Francis Chorus Verse One: Who wants to play a game? / Game Boy / Boy George / George Bush / Bush pie / Pie plate / Plate Tectonics / Catch
Tonight I'm in the mood for some unscheduled affection Spontaneous combustion...I'm playing with my fire inside Burning my inner child blackened his skin
[Chorus] Can I kick it? (yes you can) {*3X*} Well I'm gone (go on then) Can I kick it,to all my people who get wicked like Sage does before this did
Had I known then what I know now Had I thought now what I knew then.. I might still be human with all the little stupid fix-ins As I fix sins and vixens
Every midnight we sit at the coffee table and we share a cup of tea He stays up with me and we discuss things Most of the time he just listens Other times
(verse) Let me rub my back against the notches on your bedpost scratch these afterthoughts off my flesh and shed ghosts My head's close to your closet
Fuckin' doin' it This song is called Eviction Notice, it's a 2-parter It's about how drugs are the gateway to fun and flat laugh lines There's effort
Author: Sage Francis We walk as two, but we'll leave one set of tortured footprints/ Now here she comes...walking through the door...giving that look
WHAT? (ONE) something's got to give (TWO) something's got to give (THREE) something's got to give rrrAArrrrrggghhhhhhh... [Verse 1] Sage Francis
