Right On (feat. Charm Taylor) - Galactic

I gotta let it go 'cause I'm in my zone And I feel it all over, way deep down in my soul So I'm reminded, I'm gonna burn up the night, kid We're gonna live, well, didn't you feel the blast? When your weak soul's so, so, so typical So typical Well, clap your hands, clap your hands Well, stomp your feet, stomp your feet Well, clap your hands, clap your hands There's something in the air There's something in the weed That makes me feel so, so, so, so, so free Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom I gotta let it flow 'cause I know what I know And I feel it all over It's deep down in my bones And I won't fight it, I'm wanna burn up the night, kid Well, didn't you hear your name? When your weak soul's so, so, so typical So typical Well, clap your hands, clap your hands Well, stomp your feet, stomp your feet Well, clap your hands, clap your hands There's something in the air There's something in the weed That makes me feel so, so, so, so, so free Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom Gotta let it go, let it go, let it go Let it go, let it go Gotta let it flow, let it flow, let it flow Let it flow, let it flow Let it go, let it free Let it go, won't you set it free? Well, clap your hands, clap your hands Well, stomp your feet, stomp your feet Well, clap your hands, clap your hands There's something in the air There's something in the weed There's something in the air There's something in the weed That makes me feel so, so, so, so, so free Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom

The family tree was chainsawed Wednesday week So now I have to mingle with the meek Hey mister, you have finally met your match Now everybody wants to kiss my snatch To go where God knows who has gone before I am a muse, not a mistress, not a whore Oh, suburban shits who want some class All queue up to kiss my ass And I was only trying to please I never got any royalties oh no, not me I'm still sliding through life on charm Sliding through life on charm If Marianne was born a man she'd show you all A way to piss your life against the wall Go ahead why don't you leave me to these thugs And creeps who want to fuck a nun on drugs? Is it such a sin I never ever tried too hard? I had to know how far was going too far In proper homes throughout the land, Fathers try to understand Why Eunice who is seventeen aspires to live her life like me Oh no, can't ya see, Daddy? She's just captivated by my charm Sliding through life on charm Sliding Sliding Never I wonder why the schools don't teach anything useful nowadays Like how to fall from grace and slide with elegance from a pedestal I never asked to be on in the first place Sliding on charm, sliding on charm Sliding on charm, sliding on charm Sliding on charm, sliding on charm Sliding on charm