Tape Loop - Morcheeba

Tape loop, keeps on turning 'round, forever Patience, love is coming 'round for your pleasure Wait now, no use trying to push, there's no need People, go against the grain, with their greed I've been here before It ain't gonna work no more I've been here before It ain't gonna work no more Focus, your mind will be strong, no distractions Soak up wisdom all year long, and then take action I've been here before, it ain't gonna work no more I've been here before, it ain't gonna work no more Bila-lila, balila, balila, belute-eh I've been here before, it ain't gonna work no more Dilu, di-lu-ne I've been here before, it ain't gonna work no more Bila-lila, balila, balila, belute-eh People

Channel three murder scene, got him Don't speak on that shit 'less we know that you shot him We come from the mud, but can't stay at the bottom So I came to develop and grow like a garden But I'm pulling up if you speaking on my dearly departed Leave they name out your mouth, take my word I won't start it Heard the opps celebrated, we shot up the party And I'm living too gnarly Man, my uncle told me break a leg if I jump with the streets They want action let it be what it be Gotta get it, I ain't living for free Lot of hundreds that we all want to see (Niggas gone take some) They may yellow tape you Depending on how you giving up the paper My people shooting like they play for the Lakers We riding around with that K for the capers I'm in the Smoky Mountains sipping Par Probably gone pull up on Dolly Parton I be stepping on shit like I got a pardon And we smoking exotic, nobody farting Niggas run them pockets when I walk in the room Lot of guns, you can choose your doom Never sleeping, when you snooze you lose These bags on my eyes are Jimmy Choo Hit up your girl to help me bust a P down I'm selling bandana when I'm out in C-Town She hop in the panoramic and get beat down I trapped in your hood for hours, I made three rounds Buy it for one and I sell it for two Only me and boo, no more room in the coupe She be sipping that shit out of me like it's soup And I took that boy shit, now he gotta recoup Never doubt, I've never been in a drought Keep it coming in and getting it out Twenties, fifties, hundreds any amount Run my money, bitch stop running your mouth If you ain't a hustler, then we can not relate Money in the bank and we got racks in the safe Paper on the floor, I gotta get me a rake They want more and more, I gotta raise up the rate Hey Channel three murder scene, got him Don't speak on that shit 'less we know that you shot him We come from the mud, but can't stay at the bottom So I came to develop and grow like a garden But I'm pulling up if you speaking on my dearly departed Leave they name out your mouth, take my word I won't start it Heard the opps celebrated, we shot up the party And I'm living too gnarly Man, my uncle told me break a leg if I jump with the streets They want action let it be what it be Gotta get it, I ain't living for free Lot of hundreds that we all want to see (Niggas gone take some) They may yellow tape you Depending on how you giving up the paper My people shooting like they play for the Lakers We riding around with that K for the capers My brodie, my grodie, my nigga my homie He got taxed for that Act so we're pouring it slowly I'm unlocking my bully, I'm 'bout to go Broly And we prey on the opps so we leaving 'em holy I'm driving that Honda like I'm selling mid He thought all that talking was slick so we slid You're trying to get high while I'm trying to get rich I built a house with all these muhfuckin' bricks Don't call me by my government, call me Masta My music meant for all the trappers and bastards Trying to find out their place in the world like a travel agent Start a change, but they're ending it faster I told them young niggas stop playing with guns Red tips in the drum, this shit ain't for fun I'm unloading this bitch, I won't stop 'til it's done Had to foreign the whip, drop the top in the sun Hellcat the highway to heaven Size 17, boy I really be stepping Crush up your fingers so fuck who you're repping And I'm from Jackson where you need a weapon Nigga free SK know we go EBK Said that shit to his face since he didn't behave Heard he spoke on my name, tell me what did he say? Imma pull up and see for myself, I can't wait We still upping the rate Channel three murder scene, got him Don't speak on that shit 'less we know that you shot him We come from the mud, but can't stay at the bottom So I came to develop and grow like a garden But I'm pulling up if you speaking on my dearly departed Leave they name out your mouth, take my word I won't start it Heard the opps celebrated, we shot up the party And I'm living too gnarly Man, my uncle told me break a leg if I jump with the streets They want action let it be what it be Gotta get it, I ain't living for free Lot of hundreds that we all want to see (Niggas gone take some) They may yellow tape you Depending on how you giving up the paper My people shooting like they play for the Lakers We riding around with that K for the capers

I heard I lost it On the grapevine I must admit I had a great time There are words for people like me But I don't think there's very many I've gained the world then lost my soul Maybe it's cause I'm getting old All the people that I know Have gained the world then lost their souls There's no persuasion that I'm into I've made some sense of what we've been through We should form a new foundation If we could find the right location Is it prey On display I'm feeling well I've gained the world then lost my soul Maybe it's cause I'm getting old All the people that I know Have gained the world then lost their souls I've gained the world then lost my soul Maybe it's cause I'm getting old All the people that I know Have gained the world then lost their souls I've gained the world then lost my soul Maybe it's cause I'm getting old All the people that I know Have gained the world then lost their souls

This time you have to face your future Although it's just a dusty road It's clear that backing down don't suit ya I hate to break your sacred code People along for the ride High noon getting closer I think you'll find Everybody loves a loser So you'll be fine You won't be lonely long I think you'll find Everybody loves a loser So you'll be fine You won't be lonely long I see you need a trial of fire A coward would wisely walk away Heaven help us bide our time Hideouts get discovered I think you'll find Everybody loves a loser So you'll be fine You won't be lonely long I think you'll find Everybody loves a loser So you'll be fine You won't be lonely long I think you'll find Everybody loves a loser So you'll be fine You won't be lonely long I think you'll find Everybody loves a loser So you'll be fine You won't be lonely long