Paroles:
Plan Nine A Waking Dream

go. Cos from the look in her eyes, I knew only one thing, I didn't ask why, It was all or nothing. I still see her: A waking dream, Shrouded in mystery

nine-five It's come alive time, I picked a fine time for getting open off life like a fine wine [Chorus] [Phonte] Uh, yeah, Sunday morning, plan my

game plan Annihilation of original citizens Of this great planet Earth listen P-Dog spits the dope words born Batterram's rollin' task force swarm Pigeons squawk with the talk of a

man Help him up and give him a hand Ain't this aristocracy grand? Sell my soul for the company plan Yes indeed, it's a wonderful day See my future, see

when that big old boy's bought down to his knees And it sometimes seems that all my dreams Are over nine feet tall And I'm the little man With a rock

-bagged, a broken umbrella curled, as a dying insect, on a sidewalk slate-gray in the drying rain. and later, dodging a blocked-out penthouse, the sun over a

I've got a car with no place to go How 'bout a little fire scarecrow? Wake yourself up, you've been dreaming again About having new friends in a ghost town Wake

set, there ain't a nigga yet Smoke so much, niggaz say I need nicarette You say bogie but you used to say cigarette Nine-oh, a new religion, a new beginning

Saturday So I have to find a new passage way I've got a car with no place to go "How 'bout a little fire scarecrow?" Wake yourself up You've been dreaming