Let it go, Let it roll right off your shoulder Don't you know The hardest part is over Let it in, Let your clarity define you In the end We will only
Oh what the hell she said I just can't win for losing And she lays back down Man there's so many times I don't know what I'm doin Like I don't know now
Call on your angels Come down to the city Crowd around the big tree All you strangers who know me Bring your compassion Your understanding Lord, ow we
Written by I. Shur & R. Thomas Man it?s a hot one Like seven inches from the midday sun I hear you whisper & the words melt everyone But you stay
yeast, mix it in pots Like the way his release mixes jazz, blues and pop Add the sauce of fusion, his ladies super deucing Plus he teamed with Rob Thomas
Lea And got jerked, the first time I tried to re-up People my age, tried to say slow my speed up Cause I smoked bogies, staked on weed up Chorus: [Carl Thomas
Great Song Thnkz Thomas- Brige(Intro) mmmm get thorough it hmmmhmmmmm I don' sit out on the block 12 Oclock still bitchin', I don' broked up bricks
Like the way his release mixed jazz blues and pops And the salsa fusion, he's lady's shoe producin Plus he teamed with Rob Thomas for a music revolution
and flies Niggas and motherfuckin flies [Willie D:] Niggas and flies, always in some shit Nigga can't stay out of shit for shit Nigga rob the bank,
The only plan I had in mind was to rob a corner store Helicopters in the air and the sheriffs right behind A nigga that's flying down Thomas, letting
Lea And got jerked, the first time I tried to re-up People my age, tried to say slow my speed up Cause I smoked bogies, staked on weed up [Chorus: Carl Thomas
One after the other one, then I make another one) (Make it funky) (Make it funky) [VERSE 2: Master Rob] Spending hours with Diamond lookin for loops (Yo Rob
, you should stop buggin', when will you learn, it's some other honey's turn to ride he's called Mr. Pimp, cool like the pink panther Smooth like Rob Thomas
