We'd love to hear you speak your mind In plain and simple ways Call a spade a spade Like you did back in the day You would play piano Each morning walk
en plus ca rime Sol la si do, y'a pas de tempo, y'a plus d'histoires qui tiennent le rythme... J'entends ce louche qui (?) Je prends le piano par mon
Verse 2: Mikey] Hey yo I'm sidewalk walkin baby can of confusion The true cruising. Homey you limpin you losin Master Hump baby I pimp the potrusion. Still confused? Give you a simple
Je sors d'une bouche, d'une note de piano ou d'une corde Douce comme un enfant et sa mere qui le borde Je pousse dans les soirees et l'ambiance deborde
(feat. Sick Jacken) [Kemo] I once heard a man say "Now hey what be your fate?" Wanna laugh with the sinners or cry with the saints Simple and plain
Leann Aunt Mimi and Aunt Jackie was babysitting Before food was bitten, consumed through a nipple I'm talking about when times were simple To make a long
porque cuando tocas quita las penas el sentio con tanto compas me tienes loquito perdio. Bien lo sabes tu, primito lo sabes tu, buscando contratiempos en tu piano
She arrives in all her splendor Each night at nine o'clock Her chariot is the crosstown bus That stops right down the block Now the old piano minstrel
, Aunt Mimi, and Aunt Jackie were babysittin' Before food was bitten, consumed through a nipple I'm talkin about when times were simple To make a long
I still remember that time when we were dancing We were dancing to a song that I?d heard Your face was simple and your hands were naked I was singing
I still remember that time when we were dancing We were dancing to a song that I'd heard Your face was simple and your hands were naked I was singing
[Begins with piano] [Interlude: horns and scratches] [Buddy Slim] I declare war The joy becomes a rappifyin weapon If you step in When your draws
textes sont des toiles que devoilent nos mal-etres des destins sans etoiles Nos lettres, photographies des instants Deviendront des temoins chantant le passe au present Un piano
of longin' A ladder of prayers up a spiral of stairs The writer is here, I don't need a rope or dope Just a key from piano cane and cuts from a musical
thrill of a lifetime Maybe we'll tear down the walls between heaven and here [ piano + harmonica ] Maybe the secret is making believe when it matters Maybe just keeping it simple
would you still answer to the call Tell the truth my friend don't it matter anymore We were simple men by her side when she was born It was simple then
you the power to move any mountain Oh, if someone plays piano With some simple chords Symbolic and endearing too And know if someone plays guitar With the old piano
true) Now it has mad Puerto Ricans but that's not the point of the song (A-ight) The point of the song and I make it mad simple when I be flippin this