Kenya speaking,. . a, did I every tell you about that time yo,. I was at a um, club and I was talking to this girl for about a hour. and you know she was giving me all the rap and everything.
You're not a kid anymore. You're not a kid anymore. . When people ask of me. What would you like to be. Now that you're not a kid anymore. (You're not a kid anymore).
There was a time. There will a time. To leave the small reasons. To get real taste. To lose all our fears. To sculpt our stone. . There was a time. There will a time.
A little gray around the crown. A little hint of slowing down. She puts on some old evening gown. And dances alone. Years are hazy and days are slow. The seasons come and the reasons go.
Sleepless nights and senseless fights. Many that I've known. Are proportional to the desperate hours. Spent on the telephone. . Now I'm sitting here trying to get through to God.
Baby King. Baby King. You got to get ready for a Baby King. You might dance, Daddy. You might sing. But you never seen nothin' like a Baby King. . It was a bright and sunny summer morn, she said.
I don't get motivated till the straits are dire. I don't get out of my seat until the heat breathes fire. I get complacent. I feel a little bit tired.
I thought she was simple, I thought she was free. From the conventions that this world heeds. I thought she had her own mind up inside that head. I thought we'd live our own lives but we're living theirs instead.
It's a bad horizon that I'm staring at. There's a long dark road leading back. Regret is pushing me as the sun is shutting down. Redemption can't be found here in this tired old ghost town.
When I think of you glowing and all those times spent beside you,. I can't think of one single word I ever said that was untrue. We were the club, and no substance could keep us away from the contest.
Black cat on my doorstep, black cat on my windowsill. Black cat on my doorstep, black cat on my windowsill. If one black cat don't cross me, another black cat will.
The sounds. . The sounds, they separate it. Back and forth to you. The sounds, they separate it. Back and forth to you. . The sounds, they separate it.
Yareru dake yari kitta ka nante jibun shika wakaranai. Dakara jibun ni uso tsuku na jibun ni wa zuru suru na. Dareka to jibun o kuraberu yori mo. Onore o hokoreru hito ni naritai.