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  • 作词 : T. Callaway
    作曲 : T. Callaway
    Yeah, mmm mmm mmm, yeah that sho' feel good.
    Hello! I go by the name of simply Cee-Lo Green - how do you do?
    Welcome. I thought I'd seize this opportunity to tell you a little
    bit more about myself if you don't mind. This is my vision.
    YouknowhatI'msaying? Check me out now. Uhh
    I have millenniums of material and rivers of rhythm
    An entire ocean of emotion that's enlightening to swim in
    Also a forest of feeling, beaten paths of peace
    Trapped inside my silhouette I have to speak to release
    Demanding more from the pen than I horde from the pen
    The line between playing to win and sin is thin
    But I walk it with grace and I talk it with taste
    I am that raw, simply put, and I rest my case; it's elementary
    Yet far more than resources to pay the rent for me
    Everything that I've done is divine
    Ask God, he'll tell ya, yeah, he mine
    So, you see, you don't need another thug out of me
    That is the last thing I plan to be on this LP
    But I'ma go slip into something mo' comfortable and continue the lesson
    No inconvenience at all, I insist on leaving an impression
    So relax, and ride out. Relax, okay, and ride out
    Just relax, and ride out. Players, relax, and ride out
    I also solicit visual verbalism worth a visit
    Intensely exquisite artism inquire all. Who is it?
    It's a deliciously daring delicacy I eat to exist
    Oh, he's waving those words, I want seconds and thirds
    Oh, hush. That's awful kind of you, you're making me blush
    I could use some competition, but they not making me much
    Man, this beat is like my master, it's making me bust
    Hip-hop is suffering, meaning I'm a necessity, if nothing
    But you like every other rapper - cornrows and a bandana
    But I get a hundred and fifty thousand dollar check
    every three months off Santana
    Don't you ************* up, though, my family is the whole side of Atlanta
    Now, how can I say? Okay, let me just put it this way
    If anyone ever contests my conquest my gun best
    Yo son just, takes one time to be one less
    Til you run and tell the rest that I'm the best
    I sang sweet, but brang heat to bang meat
    We all on the same street
    And it's not that often I verbalize the essential element of surprise
    I am not one of these thug rapper guys
    But this one will help you realize, and use both eyes to recognize
    the type of action that this amount of money buys
    Now listen son, let me drop some *************t on you man
    I can just "do-do-do-do-do-do-do" and put a hit on you man
    With hot heat that will make your heart beat quit on you man
    And Mr. Dawson'll find a pretty box to fit on you man
    So relax, and ride out. Just relax, young man, and ride out
    Hey, you better relax, and ride out. Okay? Just relax, and ride out
    I could take that *************t all day
    But if I only had sixteen more bars to live
    I'd get high, and hopefully O.D. on an alternative
    I'd give a dim lit dream, a colour scheme
    And I'd swim for the sun (so far) no matter how impossible that may seem
    I'd bury my feet in the foundation of a forest Becoming one with
    everything there
    I would belong. I would be right and wrong. But I'd be rare
    And then I would pretend I didn't care. Use my fear
    And pray that my forever would be fair.
    And I love you all, unconditional, I get misty already missing y'all
    And then I forgive those who rhyme to kill the time
    While mine cultivate the consciousness and
    Chill the spine, heal the mind, yet still sublime
    Ride out. Relax, and ride out. Relax, and ride out. Relax, and ride out
    This is one for the road. Yeah. One time for your mother******* mind
    I told how you mother******* play. D.F. y'all. Believe this. Yeah
    Shouts out to Outkast, Goodie Mob. Yeah, Backbone, where ya at brother?
    (Hey) Hahaha. Alright. (Easy now) Hahaha. Yeah. Can't nobody stop me now
    No, sir. Yeah. I'm gone, y'all. Oh, man. It's lovely. Ahahah. Yeah
    Somebody better stop me. Hahaha. Cause I'm good. Heheheheh. Yeah. Hahahahah
    Alright now. Heheheh. Yeah. Alright, we gonna relax, cause it feels so good
    Everybody doing their godamn thing. Yeah
  • 作词 : T. Callaway
    作曲 : T. Callaway
    Yeah, mmm mmm mmm, yeah that sho' feel good.
    Hello! I go by the name of simply Cee-Lo Green - how do you do?
    Welcome. I thought I'd seize this opportunity to tell you a little
    bit more about myself if you don't mind. This is my vision.
    YouknowhatI'msaying? Check me out now. Uhh
    I have millenniums of material and rivers of rhythm
    An entire ocean of emotion that's enlightening to swim in
    Also a forest of feeling, beaten paths of peace
    Trapped inside my silhouette I have to speak to release
    Demanding more from the pen than I horde from the pen
    The line between playing to win and sin is thin
    But I walk it with grace and I talk it with taste
    I am that raw, simply put, and I rest my case; it's elementary
    Yet far more than resources to pay the rent for me
    Everything that I've done is divine
    Ask God, he'll tell ya, yeah, he mine
    So, you see, you don't need another thug out of me
    That is the last thing I plan to be on this LP
    But I'ma go slip into something mo' comfortable and continue the lesson
    No inconvenience at all, I insist on leaving an impression
    So relax, and ride out. Relax, okay, and ride out
    Just relax, and ride out. Players, relax, and ride out
    I also solicit visual verbalism worth a visit
    Intensely exquisite artism inquire all. Who is it?
    It's a deliciously daring delicacy I eat to exist
    Oh, he's waving those words, I want seconds and thirds
    Oh, hush. That's awful kind of you, you're making me blush
    I could use some competition, but they not making me much
    Man, this beat is like my master, it's making me bust
    Hip-hop is suffering, meaning I'm a necessity, if nothing
    But you like every other rapper - cornrows and a bandana
    But I get a hundred and fifty thousand dollar check
    every three months off Santana
    Don't you ************* up, though, my family is the whole side of Atlanta
    Now, how can I say? Okay, let me just put it this way
    If anyone ever contests my conquest my gun best
    Yo son just, takes one time to be one less
    Til you run and tell the rest that I'm the best
    I sang sweet, but brang heat to bang meat
    We all on the same street
    And it's not that often I verbalize the essential element of surprise
    I am not one of these thug rapper guys
    But this one will help you realize, and use both eyes to recognize
    the type of action that this amount of money buys
    Now listen son, let me drop some *************t on you man
    I can just "do-do-do-do-do-do-do" and put a hit on you man
    With hot heat that will make your heart beat quit on you man
    And Mr. Dawson'll find a pretty box to fit on you man
    So relax, and ride out. Just relax, young man, and ride out
    Hey, you better relax, and ride out. Okay? Just relax, and ride out
    I could take that *************t all day
    But if I only had sixteen more bars to live
    I'd get high, and hopefully O.D. on an alternative
    I'd give a dim lit dream, a colour scheme
    And I'd swim for the sun (so far) no matter how impossible that may seem
    I'd bury my feet in the foundation of a forest Becoming one with
    everything there
    I would belong. I would be right and wrong. But I'd be rare
    And then I would pretend I didn't care. Use my fear
    And pray that my forever would be fair.
    And I love you all, unconditional, I get misty already missing y'all
    And then I forgive those who rhyme to kill the time
    While mine cultivate the consciousness and
    Chill the spine, heal the mind, yet still sublime
    Ride out. Relax, and ride out. Relax, and ride out. Relax, and ride out
    This is one for the road. Yeah. One time for your mother******* mind
    I told how you mother******* play. D.F. y'all. Believe this. Yeah
    Shouts out to Outkast, Goodie Mob. Yeah, Backbone, where ya at brother?
    (Hey) Hahaha. Alright. (Easy now) Hahaha. Yeah. Can't nobody stop me now
    No, sir. Yeah. I'm gone, y'all. Oh, man. It's lovely. Ahahah. Yeah
    Somebody better stop me. Hahaha. Cause I'm good. Heheheheh. Yeah. Hahahahah
    Alright now. Heheheh. Yeah. Alright, we gonna relax, cause it feels so good
    Everybody doing their godamn thing. Yeah