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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Roots
The Roots
Performer
Porn
Porn
Vocals
Tarik Trotter
Tarik Trotter
Vocals
Karl "Dice Raw" Jenkins
Karl "Dice Raw" Jenkins
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gregory Spearman
Gregory Spearman
Composer
David C. Simpson
David C. Simpson
Composer
Greggory M. Bradsher
Greggory M. Bradsher
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Wurxs
The Wurxs
Producer
Tarik Trotter
Tarik Trotter
Producer
Questlove
Questlove
Producer
Jon Smeltz
Jon Smeltz
Recording Engineer
Jason Goldstein
Jason Goldstein
Mixing Engineer
Rich & Rich
Rich & Rich
Assistant Mixing Engineer

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Never understand People ask for god, 'till the day he comes See God's face - turn around and run God sees the face of a man Shaking his head, says "he'll never understand" People ask for god, 'till the day he comes See God's face - turn around and run God sees the face of a man Shaking his head, says "man'll never understand" Never understand, never understand Never understand Gravedigger, dig a hole that fit a black nigga My body's stiff as a Madame Tussaud's wax figure My transformation: a caterpillar from crack Dealing [?] backpedaller was no less, than spectactular Yeah I was trappin' money, flippin' like a spatula Now put that sucker in a box like Dracula I let the devil enter dance An electric slide of porcelain I threw up in the sand Dead, ended Love is like a harlequin's romance Lost between sips of liquor, that empty bottle in my hands It was a shot of eighth, but I never got away Dreamed a little dream of me, but that was an anomaly People ask for god, 'till the day he comes See God's face - turn around and run God sees the face of a man Shaking his head, says "he'll never understand" People ask for god, 'till the day he comes See God's face - turn around and run God sees the face of a man Shaking his head, says "man'll never understand" Holy, Sugar, Honey, Ice Tea I guess that's a prayer for a player like me In my church clothes bakin' buzz on the bible The sweet temptation of my grand daddy's rifle Got me thinking 'bout doing a jihad with these guys Who only True Religion look better than Levi's Who baptize glasses with beers and blood stain You breathing to the choir, that prayer's the drug game Hallelujah 'Til the cops cough me in the back of a cruiser [??], wash my soul down the sewer I count my blessings and blow it on a nun to resurrect my erection I pray, I pray, all thoughts go to heaven Or to a new hell with a Wi-Fi connection So I can pay for my sins on PayPal Or own a holy ghost, a greyhound People ask for god, 'till the day he comes See God's face - turn around and run God sees the face of a man Shaking his head, says "he'll never understand" People ask for god, 'till the day he comes See God's face - turn around and run God sees the face of a man Shaking his head, says "man'll never understand"
Writer(s): Karl B. Jenkins, Ahmir K. Thompson, Tarik L. Collins, Gregory Allen Jr. Spearman, Greggory Michael Bradsher, David Simpson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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