Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 1, 2, To the Bass, artist - Stanley Clarke. Date of issue: 31.05.2015
Song language: English
1, 2, To the Bass |
| One, two, to the bass |
| You gotta elevate your mind |
| Look inside and you’ll find |
| All your answers to your outs |
| Damage to your mind and your grind |
| You can’t have |
| So you must eradicate it |
| Some way no doubt |
| Some blow trees |
| Others take to their knees |
| In the gloomiest of times |
| For the hope of sunlit |
| Some get lost |
| Some lights blew the cross |
| While others get through spark plugs in the pit |
| By in the pit I mean steppin' away from the scene |
| And recharging all the batteries you have inside |
| And entering the new |
| With all signs you grew |
| In tact, in fact, you just stayed in touch |
| Touch, touch… |
| (Stanley Solo) |
| (2nd) |
| One, two, to the bass |
| I gotta ignore the pace |
| Of the next man and |
| Work on my natural goal |
| Diggin' on my God given me |
| And the way that’ll shine |
| To everybody, and perhaps you all know |
| Feeling my connection to the rest of the globe |
| When somebody cries there |
| It’s a tear over here |
| Standing up for moral |
| The freedom of a being |
| Standing up to the powers |
| Not submitting in fear |
| By in fear I mean stepping away from the scene |
| And not doing my thing |
| Doing my thing for love |
| If love ain’t supported |
| Then my life gets aborted |
| We resort to instincts that will leave us all done |
| (Stanley Solo) |
| (3rd) |
| One, two, to the bass |
| I gotta ignore the pace |
| Of the next man and |
| Work on my natural goal |
| Diggin' on my God given me |
| And the way that’ll shine |
| To everybody, and perhaps you all know |
| Feeling my connection to the rest of the globe |
| When somebody cries there |
| It’s a tear over here |
| Standing up for moral |
| The freedom of a being |
| Standing up to the powers |
| Not submitting in fear |
| By in fear I mean stepping away from the scene |
| And not doing my thing |
| Doing my thing for love |
| If love ain’t supported |
| Then my life gets aborted |
| We resort to instincts that will leave us all done |
| If love ain’t supported |
| Then my life gets aborted |
| We resort to instincts that will leave us all done |