Colin Blunstone - Lead Vocal
Maybe I'm imagining the things they say about me
Maybe there is really nothing there at all
Standing in the middle while the rumours fly around me
Hiding from a shadow on an empty wall
When my back is turned he's up to something else
And I must not stop believing in myself
Am I dreaming will the nightmare just go on
And never end
Somebody out there, says that he's you
Somebody out there, talks like you do
He calls up your number
And you can't get through somebody out there
Wish that I could run away and leave it all behind me
Wish I wasn't hurt by all the things they say
If I didn't need to know the simple truth about me
Wouldn't it be easier to walk away
And I don't need more confusion in my life
No more pain and disillusion in my life
If I'm dreaming will the nightmare just go on
And never end
Somebody out there, using your name
Somebody out there, you get the blame
There's doubt and suspicion
It's hard to explain somebody out there
And I don't need more confusion in my life
No more pain and disillusion in my life
If I'm dreaming will the nightmare just go on
And never end
Somebody out there, stolen your base
Somebody out there, parked in your space
You've no reservation, he's taken your place
Somebody out there, wasting your time
Somebody out there, using your dime
Your friends think you're crazy
They're way out of line
Somebody out there, says that he's you
Somebody out there, thinks like you do
You stare at the mirror
You're looking into
Somebody out there
The Same Old Sun
Eric Woolfson - Lead Vocal
Tell me what to do
Now the light in my life is gone from me
Is it always the same
Is the night never ending
Tell me what to do
All the hopes and the dreams went wrong for me
There's a smile on my face
But I'm only pretending
Taking field mob, i'm shawn J and him, thats boondoc
i represent the south, and thats the way i'm a keep it
if u got game then peep it, its the southern way
i wouldn't have it no other way, so mutha fuck what the others say,
love it or leave.
yes its hard but its fair, gotta hustle to get it
keep grindin and grindin, and soon u will get it, the struggle is in me, thats
how i had to live, thats why i'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit,
mashin the flo master to the floor, petal to the metal hear the dual pipes
roar, wanna be a balla shot caller, twenty inch blades
skinny benny tryin to get paid
chorus
we them country ass niggas from the bottom of the map, ridin heavy big bodies
and vogues
we drink cheap liquor smoke sticky sweet swishers and boy we love fucking them
hoes(repeat)
damn real i'm a country ass nigga, shawn show no shame
bare-foot on your block selling rock cocaine
georgia boy from the south spit when i talk,
smack when i eat, from the field pimp when i walk
whoa, lil daddy he ain't even not ready
field mob come ridin a stretch box chevy,
follow me now, i'm a take you where the good dope at call it butter
where the hood folks at, in the gutter
stay low, keep movin nah you can't stop
them boys infrared dot your du-rag and tanktop
that guerilla coke grown
suburban word with more grams than a old folks home
now this the way i slang dick every which a way,
best get your bitch and pray she don't wanna get with J
but if i do mack your bitch,
you just shit outta luck like leprechaun laxative
chorus
i get sick if i ain't home in the south u can hear it in my voice
watch i get on the track and ride like a rolls royce
and lean in it, spit sixteen, supreme splendid
tipsy from tangueray with tangerines in it
they say the south slow, folk whats the speed limit?
nah, fuck the speed limit these bustas need gimmics
the game