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Tricky - Nearly God
I be the prophet
I can't relax I need to meditate.
Yeah, I'll make 'em wait.
I can't realx I need to meditate
Yeah I'll make 'em wait
Time moves in numbers,
I count the summers, direct the drummers.
I can't relax I need to meditate.
Yeah, I'll make 'em wait.
Time moves in numbers,
I count the summers, direct the drummers.
Tell me you don't feel nothing,
Would you like to ride on my train, or
Would you like to drink from my fame?
My vibe's just a fuckin' feeling.
I see the ceiling.
And adjust to such a feeling.
I be the prophet, slave me then we'll cross it.
I'm ready on the other side
I'm already on the other side
I'm already on the other side
I'm already on the other side
Martina:
I can't relax I need to meditate.
I'll make them wait.
Time moves in numbers,
I count the summers, direct the drummers.
Would you like to ride on my train, or
Would you like to drink from my fame?
My vibe's just a feeling.
I see the ceiling.
And adjust to such a feeling.
I be the prophet, slave me then we'll cross it.
I'm already on the other side
I'm already on the other side
I'm already on the other side
Tricky and Martina:
I can't relax I need to meditate
Yeah I'll make 'em wait
Time moves in numbers,
I count the summers, direct the drummers.
Time moves in numbers,
I count the summers, direct the drummers.
Tell me you don't feel nothing,
Would you like to ride on my train, or
Would you like to drink from my fame?
My vibe's just a feeling.
I see the ceiling.
And adjust to such a feeling.
I be the prophet, slave me then we'll cross it.
I'm already on the other side
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