| Lyrics: | Garlic makes my feet stink, yeah!
I got a line from a good friend
You call him weird, I
call him soul
He told me what has been going on
Things are getting tough and we gotta
go.
The time has come to get serious 'bout
The face of all that we see
I told him
this.. I said "Hey soul!
Start listening to me!" I told him,
"Dog... you... smell like
fish..."
Garlic makes my feet stink.
He got my point, we had a good laugh
We
laughed until my belly hurt
I'm not the savior, and I will never be
But that don't change
my worth
He started moving, he started circling
I heard him whisper in my face
"One
on one," he said, "That is the only way,
You and I will change this place." He told
me,
"Dog... you... smell like fish."
Garlic makes my feet stink.
(a little
bass... a little drums... a little percussion...)
Horns!! (a bunch o' times)
My
favorite color may be brown,
My favorite color may be black,
My favorite color may have
nothing to do with it
I think the problem's exorcised,
I think the problem's
compromised,
He showed me all that's wrong with me...
Our parents made some big
mistakes,
Our parents really screwed this place,
And now the cleaning's left to
us.
We are the ones who have to scrape,
We are the ones who have to make...
A change
for the better...!
I'm still reading tilt, mama...
Garlic makes my feet stink |
