The Lonesome Boatman - The Prophet

Well it was yoyo, I suppose, I play like fashion comes and goes. I can't set my mind on you. Yes I lied about those lovers, That they were just some kind of cover For the nights we used to share. I've seen this water a lot before, Still I cross it once more. I shook the hand of the boatman Who would take me back along the bridges I burnt The bridges I burnt The bridges I burnt by now I shook the hand of the boatman Who would take me back along the bridges I burnt The bridges I burnt The bridges I burnt by now There are taking bets, Living all around our bed, For I can't see my thoughts on you. And I reduced them to a scratch. You know, just some pre-fucked-up match For the nights we used to share. But I don't believe I care. I shook the hand of the boatman Who would take me back along the bridges I burnt The bridges I burnt The bridges I burnt by now I shook the hand of the boatman Who would take me back along the bridges I burnt The bridges I burnt The bridges I burnt by now I shook the hand of the boatman Who would take me back along the bridges I burnt I shook the hand of the boatman Who would take me back along the bridges I burnt

Kick it Ok dan! Ik wil alle handen zien hierzo! Come on! En ik wil hett een beetje los zien gaan hier! One time! Yeah! The Prophet, y'all! Deepack in the motherf**king house! The Prophet! Deepack! Waar blijft ie dan? Hebben jullie zin om te raggen en te beuken? 1, 2, stampen! Ok jongens, ik tel tot 3 en dan wil ik alle handen in de lucht zien! 1, 2, 3! Iedereen in het huis! Laat je horen! Kick it! Zijn jullie allemaal nog wakker? Laat je godverdomme Horen! 1, 2, stampen! Ah yeah! The Prophet & Deepack