Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Notic, artist - The Roots. Album song The Roots Come Alive, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Record label: Geffen
Song language: English
The Notic |
This beautiful blend, I knew her through a mutual friend |
She was a work of art, a part of my heart from back then |
A brown skin singer, with a knack for actin, Alana’s whole attraction |
Just fractionally based on surface, I got into her mental on purpose |
And with alertness, as I flirt with her emotion |
Walls we built up out of nervousness was broken |
I reminisce on how this Black Thought had her open |
Wit da energy that got the whole summertime smokin very hypnotized |
When it was time we spent time |
It’s no way to rewind or prevent |
time from slipping away like day, into the dark |
and the way that things fall apart, will make some start |
to feel more, weak or insecure |
But for whatever reason our relationship remain mature |
Even when she caught feelings cuz I stay on tour |
As I reflect on before, and recap the situation |
I guess from experience, comes education |
We set on a path to opposite destinations |
It’s best to chalk it up and add it to the elevation |
Then eventually flow on to lost communication |
I called but lost all information |
And with time forgot it, it’s not like I’m all in tears about it But the fact still remains that I miss the Hypnotic |
Chorus: repeat 2X |
You’re a shinin’star |
No matter where you are |
For the world to see |
What you truly be She was the hypnotic, and potent as a narcotic |
the bizarre logic of it all, is why the clock tick |
pages of the calendar flip, we can’t stop it time will either tell the tale, or turn a love toxic |
now was she real, or an illusion of this optical |
confusion with the accent of ancient Egypt |
or could it be that she’s the one I was supposed to be with |
and together walked this twisted, staircase is somethin realistic |
damn, her lips having me addicted to her presence |
front page material on essence, a queen, imperial before her |
adolescence |
and as she grew into a woman she became refine |
I never knew another like her in my lifetime |
so now I travel through a tunnel of space, without a place |
on the face of this earth, with this pain gettin worse |
drivin me insane, or release I’m touchin the brink, of sanity |
to think of how I can link, or contact her |
I was a fool before, but more wise after the fact |
I’m analyzin how I’m wantin her back |
and wonderin exactly where she could be on the map |
I’m just sittin here spinning the world on one finger |
reoccuring thoughts of this brown skin singer |
yo, the psychotic, the hypnotic, yo check it out |
the most melodic hypnotic, yeah |
You’re my shinin star |
No matter where you are |
Dont know what to say |
Was it true to be |