Lyrics:
Way too much shit
Money you get
People gon watch
People gon sit
People gon talk
People gon bitch
Talkin on beats we gettin rich
Never gon stop we
fact
You've got to realize
That people are people
And they wanna be treated like people
And they wanna be known as people
Individualistically
People are
1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4
Some people don't like the way I speak
Some people don't like the way I think
But I've got news for you
I will speak the truth
People won't be people
When they hear this sound
That's been glowing in the dark at the edge of town
People won't be people
No, the people
People 'round, uh, oh
People 'round
People 'round, uh, oh
People 'round
(People 'round, yeah)
People 'round, uh, oh
People 'round
(People)
People
Hurt people hurt people when people hurt people
Hurt people been hurt too many times
Mama said don't take it so personally
Some men just don't know
Set free any funk you feel inside, alright
Now why don't we unite tonight?
Yeah, now why don't we unite tonight?
I can't shake those night people my
People, why we so cold
People, why we can't evolve
People, why we no love
People, we're all so fucked
People, why we so low
People, hard to control
is always on their terms.
We're tired of living up to other people's expectations when our own are so much higher.
Intelligence seems so easily
Lights shine bright everywhere we go
Music for the people, makin' music for the people
Lights shine bright everywhere we go
Lights shine bright
This song is deticated to all my people
Its called "Message To The Black Man"
Check it out
[chorus]
My people you supposed to be
My poeple ain't cha
But
Clap your hands now, people clap now
Clap your hands now, people clap your hands
Clap your hands now, people clap now
Clap your hands now, people
People = shit!
People = shit!
People = shit!
People = shit!
People = shit! (whatcha gunna do?)
People = shit! ('cause I am not afraid of you.)
things happen to bad people, bad people, bad people
Good things happen to bad people, bad people, bad people
A big time banker from New York City
Came
people say you find the one, you make it work
Some people say, some people say
Some people say you 'pose to love yourself headfirst
Some people say,
Clap your hands now, people clap now
Clap your hands now, people clap your hands
Clap your hands now, people clap now
Clap your hands now, people
How many people got what I got?
How many people do what I do?
How many people think like I think?
How many people can be me?
How many people get
of the crocodile
He's Mr. Tambourine Singing
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Shoo-be-dee-wapa-dum
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Bum-ba-doo-da-doo
People we're alive and it's really now or never
We
people, black bandannas
Yo thats the set kid
Please dont ever ever set trip
I said black people, black bandannas
Yo thats the set kid
Please don't ever
People fake
People fake
Your so fake
People fake
People fake
Your so fake
People fake
People fake
Your so fake
People fake
People fake
Your so fake
Hi, I'm Daniel Keplin
Most people won't ever comprehend with My
Struggle's importance and people will never
Fully understand it except for me
I feel
Gotta couple people
Wishing they could be me
Couple people wishing
They could take a piece
And leave me
Couple people thinking
I don't need peace
People need hope, people need lovin'
People need trust from a fellow man
People need love to make a good livin'
People need faith in a helping
la la
He wants to go to magic America
La la la la la
He'd like to live in magic America
With all those magic people
Bill barrett sent his
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