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Lyricist: 311
Lyrics:
We bust the sound, the kids all gather round And what's comin' from their radios, they all turn down The creativeness, a-we are scientists Move 'em with soul, move 'em with this When the bass kicks, we get intimate With the music and the people, yeah, they're into it A-takin' off, cruisin' through the air The sound is aerodynamic, let me take you there
I am a cool and mellow man, always got a plan Copin' out problems every time I can I'd like to be known as a great communicator If you got beef, don't save it for later I battle evil weekly, monthly, yearly But every step I take, the devil stays near me Otherwise maintain on the globe Just another space trippin' vato
(You can't fade me, fade me) (Can't, can't, can't fade, fade, fade, fade me, fade, can't, can't, can't Can't fade me)
Massive yang and yin on this earth we spin Sometimes I gotta center, find out who I am I chill out, I let in the wind I gotta feel the pulse of the planet on my skin I got news for ya, it ain't nothin' nice We all got demons, we all gotta vice The struggle never ends to keep it in check But I never stop trying to make the trek, what up
Uh, uh Which one is it, who you gonna believe? Undivided in my material being Undivided life, you can't fade me Desperate, the cling I make to positivity Stay gettin' it on 'til the doubt is gone If you could be dissuaded, you were dead all along Like what's up now, you can't fade me Still in that same old trade of positivity
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