Excess (by Tricky feat. Stephanie McKay )

More lyrics & a song I adore...


I believe in I deceive in Bottom weaving I can breathe in Make a wish in Flower fishing Moving vibration Mild relation I'm Jamaican on your radio station Got a curse in Could be worse in You first In a hearse in Good as dead in Nothing left in Nothing left in Some be heading I need a head rest in And a feed from a warm breast A man making hits For the childhood of hicks Underground like Who's it sound like You all sound the same But you don't know my name

I believe in people lying I believe in people dying I believe in people flying I believe in people crying

I believe in people balking I believe in people talking

I believe in people breathing I believe in people being

We all sound the same You don't know my name Rearrange and Things don't change Things remain Feel the strain Stress Catch my breath (There'll be a new tale of) Get some rest (He and I) From the mess (In fact any time) I couldn't care less (Every day) Sugar cane (Write fictional stories) Is like smack to my vein Shook fame (If you want to) But I don't complain (On the street)

I believe in different reasons I believe in breath through seasons I believe when snow flakes fall I believe in buildings tall

I believe in people bombing I believe in people warring I believe diseases coming I believe that's why I'm running

Keep living Keep living

You gotta ask (There'll be a new tale of) Before he attacks (He and I) You got the flats (In fact any time) Dub my sacks (Every day) You've got the city (Writing fictional stories) Move out of the country I'm scrunching (If you want to) Friends that are punchy (On the street)

I believe in people falling I believe in people warring I believe diseases coming I believe that's why I'm running

I believe in people balking I believe in people talking

I believe in people breathing I believe in people being

Keep living...

By Tricky feat. Stephanie McKay

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