| Good morning, boys and girls
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| It’s a new day, what we call the morning after
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| Ain’t nothing changed, though
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| Still the same war, yer' head feelin like it exploded last night, right
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| Verse 1: (Promoe)
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| All of the people can’t be alright all of the time they tell me
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| But some people seem to have a right to have it all
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| All of my people let’s unite right now
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| Don’t follow Babylon system because they’re capitalistic cannibals
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| I’m callin' for equal rights and justice just like the teacher Peter Tosh did
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| Tryin' to reach my people in the mush pit at the festivals
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| Or at the clubs, the cars, the parks, at homes ' wherever you choose to roam
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| Promoe on the microphone, don’t care if I’m right or no I just shoot the foam
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| Don’t know if it’s night or afternoon, but I know it’s the morning after soon
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| And I know I’m gonna pass out soon, too fast too soon, bring me back the tune
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| So I can vibe all night like there’s no tomorrow
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| Come with me on a flight, leave this world so shallow
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| Piece of the pie, keys of the ride, E’s for the high, dime piece on the side
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| That’s what they all want ain’t’s it, y’all gon' feel it morning after,
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| no more laughter
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| Work in iniquity and we think we are free
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| Just because we can’t see, the chorus sing it with me!
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| Chorus: (Promoe & Rantoboko)
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| Oh yes
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| — It's been a hard day’s night now it’s a dog day afternoon
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| I’m so tired of the world right now
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| — It's been a hard day’s night now it’s a dog day afternoon
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| Never wanna wake up no more
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| — It's been a hard day’s night now it’s a dog day afternoon
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| Just wanna take it easy
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| — I am with the people when the world unites…
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| Verse 2: (Timbuktu)
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| No peace ' no justice, they’re restless, don’t need get busted for questions
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| Seek and trust in affection, plus keep in touch with the checks and
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| People wieldin' weapons at each other to keep it covered
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| And keep it comin', the power that be just wanna see the numbers
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| Would probably eat their mothers, don’t really speak to others
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| Just sit back and watch people fall into deeper slumbers
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| Of money and materialistic shit
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| That’s unequally distributed
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| And the things that we’re willing to risk for it, to just get a whiff of it
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| Ride around town in a crispy whip, get a pretty chick to kiss my lip
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| I want every day to be like a festival, I wanna kick back have nothing else to
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| do
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| But eat cake in the park, drink makers mark, swim around the pool like a mako
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| shark
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| But what am I gonna make the bacon off? |
| And I get no sleep still awake at dawn
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| All I wanna do is hold my chest out, all you gonna get is totally stressed out
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| Howlin like a Wolf, screaming like Jay Hawkins
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| With nightmares of what their dreams might cost them
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| Chorus: (Timbuktu & Rantoboko)
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| Oh yes
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| — It's been a hard day’s night now it’s a dog day afternoon
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| Thinkin' of when times get better
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| — It's been a hard day’s night now it’s a dog day afternoon
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| Pointin' my eyes to the sky
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| — It's been a hard day’s night now it’s a dog day afternoon
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| And you know
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| — I'm chillin' with my people… when the world unites
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| Verse 3: (Chords)
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| All I hear are clocks tickin', I’m stuck in this hot kitchen
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| In the fuckin' wok sizzin', watchin' how the plot thickens
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| Watchin' all these cops friskin' little kids for shopliftin'
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| Tellin' em to stop, listen! |
| Run and check the job listings
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| Nah mister, I don’t work for slave wages
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| I don’t want my playstation to trade places with a pacemaker
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| I just relaxed real cool, sat back looked pass the rules
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| You and your pack of fools ruined my afternoon
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| I swear these motherfuckers got a hold of me, bloodsuckers controllin' me
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| Won’t let go of me, and they throwin' me to the wall, but I fall on my own two
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| feet
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| Could it be cus I’m rollin' trees and my block smells like potpourri
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| With my eyes shot red like the Cyclops in the Odyssey when I go to sleep
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| It is cus I don’t hold the grease? |
| Fuck that man I flow on beats
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| Fuck the man patrollin' streets, cuffin' hands and holdin heat
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| I’d rather earn a dollar with a dirty collar
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| Workin' the early hours for something worth the bother!
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| Chorus: (Chords & Rantoboko)
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| Don’t need no 9−5
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| — It's been a hard day’s night now it’s a dog day afternoon
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| Not to know that I’m alive
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| — It's been a hard day’s night now it’s a dog day afternoon
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| See I know that time will fly
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| — It's been a had day’s night now it’s a dog day afternoon
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| Even if I don’t climb inside, and vibe…
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| — Relaxin' with my people when the world unites! |