I've got my mind on my moneyI've got my mind on my money

Walking up and down all these streets alone
On my way home
This summer breeze’s caressing me
I’m happy

Feeling like a child among the clouds
Naïve and strong
Nobody’s there to do me wrong
Waiting so long

Coming from nowhere
And I take the time to listen to the trees, and my senses
Going anywhere
And the wind throughout my hair shows me the way to share

Not the only one who put on its coat
Now it’s too cold
Cannot see the trees and birds anymore
Winter has come

Blanket of snow covers all I see
Where is he?
Nobody’s there to comfort me
I’m freezing

He came from nowhere
And he took the time to listen to me and all my senses
We’re going anywhere
And one day we’ll take the time to get what life gives to dare

1 Away in a manger, no crib for a bed,

the little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head;

the stars in the heavens looked down where He lay,

the little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.

2 The cattle are lowing, the Baby awakes,

but little Lord Jesus, no crying He makes.

I love Thee, Lord Jesus, look down from the sky

and stay by my side until morning is nigh.

3 Be near me, Lord Jesus; I ask Thee to stay

close by me forever, and love me, I pray.

Bless all the dear children in Thy tender care,

and fit us for heaven, to live with Thee there.

Si quieres una sonrisa dejame la puerta abierta
si quieres una mirada
dejame la puerta abierta
si quieres una palabra dejame la puerta abierta
y si no precisas nada nunca la dejes cerrada

Dejame la puerta abierta
la puerta abierta

The sun will rise, the sun will rise in this eternal life again
The sun will rise, the sun will rise in this eternal life again

THE LIGHT
Lyrics
by Mattic Parks and Astrid Engberg. Music by Oogo.

Fantastic (multiple repeat throughout song)
Oogo Oogo
Fantastic
Chomsky

I be on the planet I be rocking that shit
I be on the planet I be making them hits

MR. FANTASTIC

III beats from the words I speak
It's the light from the uh…uh uh

Banka
Wax Tailor
Mr Gib
Mr Fantastic

I be on the Planet I be rocking them beats
We be on the planet we be making that heat
We be on the planet and the style is unique

Our shit is big ocean and your shit is a creek
On your territory I'm ah take ah leak
let it all out
Top high
like Mt. Everest to the peak
for you mountain climbers we be on the planet

Yea baby come and give me kiss on he cheek
That is the style from beneath
Underground, Underground from the PLANET

Think 4 Yourself
Lyrics by Astrid Engberg and Mattic Parks. Music
by Chomsk'
(rap)

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Get up in the morning
black coffee
milk is overdue
pick up some old cassette
set my feelings

I take my time
says a friend of mine
but I don't mind,
I don't mind if I don't find
They get to go

see me laying
Think
4 yourself
x2
Cause the streets
don't seem gray
when you're on my mind
and when you know
well I feel fine

How about you
?

Description of your problems
Man I know it all connects
Get up on the go
You never going to figure out talking to everybody
need to think for yourself
I say

This mans there's dimensions you ain't tapped in yet.
Got your focus all wrong but I bet
The test is a classroom and you might fail
win some lose some, it's all swell.

Description of your problems I know the next person
need to get up on the go, got to get up on the, get up on the…
You never going to figure out taking advice
Got ah think, got ah think, got ah think for yourself allright.