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Michael Franti And Spearhead Home

know its time It's time to go home It's time to go home It's time to go home It's time to go home And I say, you whoooo you whoooo who who who, you

I know its time It's time to go home It's time to go home It's time to go home It's time to go home And I say, you whoooo you whoooo who who who, you

manhood is so elusive and respect is so exclusive and I gotta daddy to prove, that some people never get to shake it and move. (chorus) And He knew

the buses and the people all keep movin' along to the shopkeeper I say "was'sup?" and I'm thinkin' about the man who's holdin' up the cup I pay for all the stuff and

away when I drop my head in my hands and play the memory of that might in L.A. again and again and again because I can't think straight and I can't sleep

get the beat bumpin and then start to mingle (chorus) Every woman every man wanna move dem feet every woman every man love a Spearhead beat! Every brother and

the needle off the record and shove it in my arm whenever I feel life is comin' on too strong they left me in a clinic fulla cynical motha fuckin' bureaucrats and

sexy/ when it's on the kitchen stove (chorus) Red beans and rice, red beans and rice, red beans and rice, make everything nice red beans and rice, red beans and rice, red beans and

'll always be my friend My friend There's no point in hiding Or sweeping it under the rug Cause when you?re down and dirty The rain wash down from above And I told you And