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Cruisin'
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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Us3
Us3
Interprète
Mel Simpson
Mel Simpson
Claviers
Steve Williamson
Steve Williamson
Saxophone soprano
Ed Jones
Ed Jones
Saxophone ténor
Gerard Presencer
Gerard Presencer
Trompette
Rashaan H. Kelly
Rashaan H. Kelly
Rap
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Mel Simpson
Mel Simpson
Composition
Rashaan H. Kelly
Rashaan H. Kelly
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Mel Simpson
Mel Simpson
Production
Geoff Wilkinson
Geoff Wilkinson
Production

Paroles

Now and then I feel as though I wanna escape the real And take a trip to the heavens to a world surreal But I don't do drugs so the yea is out Instead I use my mind power to move my spirits about I might write my girl a poem showin' her how I love thee Or just write myself a rhyme about why I'm so funky This is how I escape the ignorance and hate being cooked up in this planet About to disintegrate I'm cruisin', cruisin' in the beat y'all I cover my head as the media shower, I glance at my watch to check the hour And it's half past a moonbeam, gleamin' as I daydream I'm feelin' for the beat to make my mood complete And when I got it I'm gone, gone in the rhythm Kickin' the slang with the knowledge and wisdom I may speak a scribbly doodle but I keep on track 'Cos if I didn't yo you wouldn't be sweatin' it I'm cruisin', cruisin' in the beat y'all One to the two to the three to the four to the five It's rardy-ardy-ar and I'm kickin' it live On an ever present journey through the depths of time I skip from beat to beat in the form of a rhyme My vocal techniques are unique to my band I'm a butterfly MC, smooth with much style G My tongue-like quivers when I deliver the funk flow The verbs expand with a ghettolistic glow It's like that y'all
Writer(s): Stephen Lee Cropper, Donald V. Dunn, Anton M. Fig, Booker T. Jones Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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