Roots - The Hypnotic Lyrics
(the hypnotic, the hypnotic)(the hypnotic, the hypnotic)7xYo,I knew this girl named alana with mad personaShe delt with reality never fed it to the dramaI met her through my nigga named jermaine palmerWho knew her through his peoples by the baltimore harborAlana was a marylan thurough and attractiveShorty thats relaxed with me and kickin backWif a phat flick to cool outWas stressed cause the gamell make you wanna pull a tool outAnd go the old school routeBut all-a that cease - when that piece checkin the jewel outA bruver was charged - light a spliff and listen to the dabargeLet the shorty hit me wif a massage to annointLubricatin my maridian points that was the summer easy to rememberAlana was all up on - to read the gender how I used to back benderShe even told her best friend blinda from virginiaWho asked me if I had a cousin I could recomend-aBut as time float on we grew more mature - and further apartWhen I began to do tours, we lost contactAnd slowly parted - reminissin of when it startedIt keep me feelin heavy hearted - a stolen moment periodicAddicted to her presence like a narcoticThough I wonder if she ever got it - the hypnoticThat faded like a dream sequence that pursuadedBeyond being infatuated - spiritually intoxicatedComps are dated - I concentratedOn how to get in touch with herCuase the fact of the matter remain that I miss the hypnoticDriftin ------- (driftin)(the hypnotic, the hypnotic)X7Driftin ------- (driftin)I would begin to dial -Her number but knowin its been awhile its hard to linkI figure what she probly think and soon start to drinkFightin the feelin Im concealin apparently I first appealinLater revealin to be deeper - resistance increasingly weakerThe essence of life is more than just mics and puffin reefaThis universe of black thought that I can teach yaIm tryin to touch ya only if I can reach yaI hit this kid I sign up on his beepaAnd ask him if a had a chance to speak taJermaine palmer who fathers a preachaTo make the story short me and my man soon ranInto each other von the humble at a show in san franI said yo palma, when did you last see alana?He offer me a seat and attempts to make me calmaWhen he began to break it down my mind start to wanderResponse beyond somber incredible crushedKinda feelin on my shoulder - that of a boulderTo find out that her life was over - it made the room feel colderI thought I could get wif her when she was a little olderBut she a victim of the wicked system that controlled-a its all chaoticBut if my life its symbolic forever shadow on my mental I never forgot itYo the psycotic, the hypnotic check it out the most melodic hypnoticDriftin -------Driftin -------
