Late 808

Give all you’ve got
Under the moonlight
It’s yours for the taking
Don’t turn around
If you hear a sound
It’s just my heart breaking, yeah

You must be from the other side (Girl, I saw you)
’Cause I saw you in my dreams last night

Oh, think twice
‘Cause it’s another day
For you and me in paradise
Oh, think twice
‘Cause it’s another day for you
You and me in paradise

Think about it

Raise a glass, ’cause I’m not done sayin’ it
They all wanna get rough, get away with it
Let ’em talk, ’cause we’re dancing in this world alone
World alone, we’re alone

Take me to the King
I don’t have much to bring
My heart is torn in pieces
It’s my offering
Take me to the King

You know I got me an agenda
Break that thing up in my blender

I don’t want your (Photograph)
I don’t need your (Photograph)
All I’ve got is a photograph
But it’s not enough

So this is a romance, baby
‘Cos I care about you
So this a romance, baby
‘Cos I am lost without…

If there’s one thing that I’ve learned is
You gotta believe you deserve it

How can we go back to being friends
When we just shared a bed?
How can you look at me and pretend
I’m someone you’ve never met?

Tell me what’s the issuе, mama
And tell me what’s with all the tеars
Know you’re sad and you’re down and out
Oh, mama, can you tell me what’s with all the problems?

If my emotions are showin’, it’s only because I’m ahead of what they got goin’

Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens, and Staten
From the Battery to the top of Manhattan
Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin
Black, White, New York you make it happen

Some folks like to get away
Take a holiday from the neighborhood
Hop a flight to Miami Beach or to Hollywood
But I’m taking a Greyhound
On the Hudson River line
I’m in a New York state of mind

We havin’ motion

It could’ve been right, but I was wrong (Uh)
Only think ’bout you when I’m alone (Yeah)
The part of me that cared is almost gone
And I know that I can’t get caught up

Uh, and ain’t this beat tight?
My chains say hello, my watch say goodbye
And I still look right, this is the good life
This Gucci bandana it just make me look tight

Everything not perfect but at least I’m free (Least I’m free)
I don’t take it as an L, just wasn’t for me (Wasn’t for me)

Woke up lookin’ for the broccoli
High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi
IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me
Mr. Get Off, I get off and mop feet

This is dog for life, somethin’ you don’t know about

And I think it’s gonna be a long, long time
‘Til touchdown brings me ’round again to find
I’m not the man they think I am at home
Oh, no, no, no
I’m a rocket man
Rocket man burnin’ out his fuse up here alone
And I think it’s gonna be a long, long time
‘Til touchdown brings me ’round again to find
I’m not the man they think I am at home
Oh, no, no, no
I’m a rocket man
Rocket man burnin’ out his fuse up here alone

Back into my old ways again (Ways again)
Back into my old ways again
Back into my old ways again (Ways again)

Only God can
Hold me, love me, fill me
Only God can hold me, love me, fill me
Only God can hold me, love me (Mmm)
Only God can
Only God can

‘Cause there we are again on that little town street
You almost ran the red ’cause you were lookin’ over at me
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well

She blossoms, she rides the sun
Moments coming from the age of the one
Who is open to receive
It’s the magic that we need
Low-key, minding her business
From the other side, she is a witness
Ooh, she is the magic of the sun

Ooh, oh, oh, all I really think of is you
Ooh, oh, oh, all my night dreams are blue
Ooh, oh, oh, don’t know how I got with you
Ooh, oh, oh

Badu says, “Friends, fans, and artists must meet
Which one are you? Which one are me?”
Go on, break a leg, leave it all on the stage
If your life fall apart, leave it all on a page

I really need it, really, really need St. Tropez
I want a tan where the sun, it never shines
I really need it, really, really need St. Tropez
You best believe it that I got to get away

Old school, new school, need to learn though
I burn baby burn like disco inferno

Yeah, yeah
He wanna hang with a bad bitch, he wanna hang with a bad bitch (Ayy, yeah)
He wanna hang with a bad bitch, he wanna hang with a bad bitch (Ayy, yeah)
He wanna hang with a bad bitch, he wanna hang with a bad bitch (It’s Sexyy)

Times and places
Are all in who you share ’em with
And it’s life, and the point is
Enjoyin’ who you share it with
Joy is who you share it with

Popped out of a old school with a hunnind in my engine

Shout out to her ex, he a crash out
Took too many pills, he a crash out
She in Hidden Hills in a glass house
I like what I saw and so I cashed out

Back on your sofa
Of course I still care
Love’s never wasted when it’s shared, mm
And although it’s over
I’ll always be there
Only have a couple minutes, guess we’re going back to real life

I won’t look back for a little while, for a little while
The highway’s clear way out here, it’s kind of wild
The radio is playing low and I’m so tired
No goin’ back in the homestretch
I could almost smile