Woula (feat. Art Man) - Saifond Balde

Say you like that song, I might still trust you Say you like that song, we've been writing names and numbers down Say you like that song, we just might have potential Say you like that song, please be honest Bad machine, get out, get clean Get close, get cut, bleed out, heal up Get gagged, get drugged, sixteen, get up That's it, I'm done, I said I'm not your son Turn the jukebox down, we can sing this one together Say you like that song, we've been taking names and ages for granted Turn the jukebox down, turn that down, make the most of it Say you know your father, it's just semiotics Bad machine, get out, get clean Look sad, roughed up, talk sweet, we won Get gagged, get drugged, sixteen, get up That's it, I'm done, I said I'm not your son Pollen spreads around like flu Velazquez had a date with you He asks me what I think of you When I'm down in the (202) You jumped back when the bruise bled blue You jumped back when the still life moved You had no chance, you always knew The dead man in the dream was you The dead man in the dream is you The dead man in the dream is you The dead man in the dream is you The dead man in the dream is you The dead man in the dream is you The dead man in the dream is you The dead man in the dream is you The dead man in the dream is you Oh, I know you thought we'd get caught We just hung from the rafters Oh, when it got cold, we got bold Stretched you out like a dancer Please, eyes shut, bad dream, wake up That's it, I'm done, that's it, I'm done That's it, I'm done, I said I'm not your son The dead man in the dream is you The dead man in the dream is you The dead man in the dream is you The dead man in the dream is you The dead man in the dream is you The dead man in the dream is you The dead man in the dream is you The dead man in the dream is you The dead man in the dream is you The dead man in the dream is you The dead man in the dream is you

Those girls just think they know you Wait till we're through this winter chill They'll see right through the plot And flip on you like tippy-tops I pray for your new neighbors You're black construction paper Folded into false rewards You scatter what you can't absorb Cold, calculated planning on your part Pretend like you don't know I know Then move away when you get caught And take a photo with your phone Of you about to board the train Wearing Christmas clothes and crossing out my name But it's nice to see you And how have you been? The man with the van is a friend of a friend Those girls are old enough to Make sense of what you're up to Though it's still too close to call There's bets on how you'll lose it all Christines and Kates and Karens Good schools and rich white parents Palin voters all the way They'll fill out forms to make you pay Old, obfuscated adjective supply: You are made of what I gave you You know that as well as I Tell San Francisco, Philadelphia and Washington, D.C. You are marked and rights-protected Best believe you haven't seen the last of me But it's nice to see you And how have you been? The man with the van is a friend of a friend But it's nice to see you (Yeah, it's nice to see you) And how have you been? (And how have you been?) But it's nice to see you (Yeah, it's nice to see you) The man with the van is a friend of a friend The man with the van is a friend of a friend The man with the van is a friend of a friend of a friend