Tekster:
Common Electric Circus

It's just a fly love song, what Mmm It's just a fly love song, what Are we living in a dream world? Are your eyes still green girl? I know your sick

Yeah Yeah Nigga deep in the rhythm, experience speak Some keepin' the wisdom, the life hustlers seek I'm seeking it with 'em, I'm dope the streets need

Everyone hides their face, sets behind a mask they wear Jimi was a rock star searching for that magic place That he could touch in the sky just to get

My eyes watch God from a place Where times is hard, hard times we embrace Everybody want a yard 'cause yard means space Being broke is odd and leaves

Yeah The war zone Who you fighting for? It's like funk to rhythm and punk to rock Loud like shot that come from a glock Pick up your mind, run from the

listen to silence than you holla Borrowed your persona from the late that made dear mama My realness is the armor that I wear up in this boy For truth you're a decoy Common

* send corrections to the typist [Common] My eyes watch God from a place Where times is hard, hard times we embrace Everybody want a yard, cuz a yard

[First Verse] She rested her head upon my chest Sensed liberation in between breaths Wonder if sex is what she found it in Peace, found it laying down

[Common] Yo! [Chorus] (x8) Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower! [Common] Blood and magic dripping from me True thugs and addicts I grip an entry Enter