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INTERPRÉTATION
TLC
TLC
Interprète
Organized Noize
Organized Noize
Programmation
Lisa "Left Eye" Lopes
Lisa "Left Eye" Lopes
Chant
André 3000
André 3000
Chant
Carlos Glover
Carlos Glover
Basse
CeeLo Green
CeeLo Green
Chœurs
Chilli
Chilli
Chant
Craig Love
Craig Love
Guitare
Debra Killings
Debra Killings
Chœurs
Martin Terry
Martin Terry
Guitare acoustique
Sir Dean Gant
Sir Dean Gant
Claviers
T-Boz
T-Boz
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Marqueze Etheridge
Marqueze Etheridge
Paroles/Composition
Lisa "Left Eye" Lopes
Lisa "Left Eye" Lopes
Paroles/Composition
André "3000" Benjamin
André "3000" Benjamin
Paroles/Composition
Patrick L Brown
Patrick L Brown
Paroles/Composition
Ray Murray
Ray Murray
Paroles/Composition
Rico Wade
Rico Wade
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Organized Noize
Organized Noize
Production
Alex Lowe
Alex Lowe
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Bernasky Wall
Bernasky Wall
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Blake Eiseman
Blake Eiseman
Ingénierie de prise de son
Carlos Glover
Carlos Glover
Ingénierie de prise de son
Herb Powers
Herb Powers
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Neal Pogue
Neal Pogue
Ingénierie de mixage

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Remember back in the time When the only sign we had was pickets But now in '94, it be this way, somethin' come wicked G-angs killin' others for colors Thangs that we wear for fashion Other brothers take it for a reason to be blastin' What the kcuf is goin' on Not soft like buttercups but had enough of singin' that same song See, I stayed across the street from the projects Took out yo' momma trash and groceries to her trunk To keep my pockets fat, like cellulite Only been to jail one week for some shull-bit And I pray to God I won't repeat I shoulda pulled it when I had the chance to No, I shouldn't a did that, 'cause if I did that Y'all would not hear that phat shit That keeps you on your tippy-tippy-toes Like that sellout, not callin' no names But really, "who's bad" I go through obstacles like a whole box of condoms You can't forget where you come from Take a good look in the mirror And tell me, do you like what you see Masters of deception, corruption and evil But you're always quick to point the finger at me Won't somebody tell me I just don't understand The ways of the world today Sometimes I feel like there's nothing to live for So I'm longing for the days of yesterday What gave you the right to misjudge me And write me off on the wall Acting as if you understand me In reality, you just don't know me at all Sometimes I can't help but wonder If this was how it's meant to be But if you search deep enough in your soul You'll always find a slight reminder of me Won't somebody tell me I just don't understand The ways of the world today Sometimes I feel like there's nothing to live for So I'm longing for the days of yesterday A-yo, if we could all agree To lettin' our souls become free Of that sweet bitterness Then who's chest would have the most seeds I keep misfocusin' my needs And distress on my back with them cats They be blastin' into my knapsack Ain't no accidental deathtraps My mishap is the fact that I'm destined to snap It's when I feel as though my body's able to go My mind is ready to flow Did you know first you catch and then I throw It's my own sense of time If I'm late, it's 'cause I'm endin' my day Just when the sun shines And still gently advising the arisin' of the moon As it rolls around into my soundproof dimension I just don't understand The ways of the world today Sometimes I feel like there's nothing to live for So I'm longing for the days of yesterday I just don't understand The ways of the world today Sometimes I feel like there's nothing to live for So I'm longing for the days of yesterday
Writer(s): Rico Wade, Raymon Murray, Marqueze M. Ethridge, Patrick Brown, Andre Benjamin, Lisa Lopes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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