Song | Five Feet |
Artist | Aceyalone |
Album | Accepted Eclectic |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hayes | |
one two, one two | |
You got the levels straight? | |
Lets do my thing | |
Talking shit while he was rollin' his weed | |
My niger hit him in the face | |
He didn't know that disrespect | |
Would lead to such a serious case. | |
If you knew how to read the situation | |
You would stay your his place. | |
If there is one thing that everyone one needs | |
Is their god damn space | |
Let me talk about it as i rock it | |
Give me five feet, | |
All around the world, | |
I don't want no body touching me unless it's my girls | |
I give a pound of hugs of love some are like that | |
Don't be tapping my shoulders | |
Or patting me on the back | |
Or pullin' my arm | |
Checkin my size | |
I'm liable to do you harm, | |
My temple is my prize | |
I'm wise and on the really | |
I ain't too touchy feely | |
If you put your hands up on me, | |
I might just smack you silly | |
There a billion people | |
Touch somebody else, touch yourself | |
I'll be sure to get at you if i need your help | |
But until then, maybe when i'm dead, or still | |
But to touch you without touchin' you is one of my gifts | |
Talking shit while she was drunk at the bar, | |
My homey slapped her in the face | |
She didn't know that disrespect | |
Would lead to such a serious case | |
If she knew how to read the situation | |
She would stay in her place | |
If it's one thing that everyone needs is their god damn space | |
Why you all up up under me, | |
Screamin in my ear | |
Why you tryin to talk over the music | |
When you know we barely can hear | |
Why you tuggin on my coat tail | |
Grabbin on my sleeve | |
Yo cover your mouth when you cough around me | |
Don't touch me when you sneeze | |
I don't like disease, | |
I don't want to give you what i've got | |
Yo hit the weed, | |
But what i don't need is someone always in my spot | |
Stadin when i'm standing, | |
Breathin down my neck | |
Yo have some respect | |
I guess you think that water ain't wet | |
Just back the back the **** up, | |
No i ain't stuck up | |
I just don't want to hear your moans and groans | |
And hick-ups and stuff | |
Being recorded with the tape recorders all in my grill | |
But touchin you without touchin you is one of my skills | |
Talkin shit while he was up at the mic. | |
Somebody hit him in the face | |
He didn't know that disrespect | |
Would lead to such a serious case | |
If he knew how to read the situation | |
He would stay in his place | |
If there is one thing that everyone needs | |
Is there goddamn space | |
Let me talk about it as i rock it | |
Now i'm a draw the lines on the ground and show you my squares | |
At least arms distance so stand over there | |
Hey love you know i miss you | |
And how we embrace, | |
But i let you know if i wanna kiss you | |
Or see how you taste | |
Yo we all got issues we need to face, | |
So don't think i'm tryin' to diss you | |
When i tell you the case | |
In case you wondering it's just like that | |
I practice telepathy | |
I already know what you're goona say | |
Before you step to me | |
I hate crowded elevators and downtown brush, | |
Pack trains, crazy-ass people on the bus, | |
Sometimes roll blush, | |
Lookin' so called crush, | |
But i'd rather teleport through space so ya'll can bite my dust | |
Use body language baby, | |
I can dig that, | |
But homey you need to kick back and relax on the act | |
The bottom line is don't invade no body's own | |
Or maybe your own, sincerely aceyalone | |
Talking shit while he was walking the street, | |
Somebody shot him in the face | |
He didn't know that disrespect | |
Would lead to such a serious case, | |
If you knew how to read the situation | |
You would stay in your place | |
If there is one thing that every one needs | |
Is their goddamn space | |
Give me five feet all around the world | |
To each his own |
zuo ci : Hayes | |
one two, one two | |
You got the levels straight? | |
Lets do my thing | |
Talking shit while he was rollin' his weed | |
My niger hit him in the face | |
He didn' t know that disrespect | |
Would lead to such a serious case. | |
If you knew how to read the situation | |
You would stay your his place. | |
If there is one thing that everyone one needs | |
Is their god damn space | |
Let me talk about it as i rock it | |
Give me five feet, | |
All around the world, | |
I don' t want no body touching me unless it' s my girls | |
I give a pound of hugs of love some are like that | |
Don' t be tapping my shoulders | |
Or patting me on the back | |
Or pullin' my arm | |
Checkin my size | |
I' m liable to do you harm, | |
My temple is my prize | |
I' m wise and on the really | |
I ain' t too touchy feely | |
If you put your hands up on me, | |
I might just smack you silly | |
There a billion people | |
Touch somebody else, touch yourself | |
I' ll be sure to get at you if i need your help | |
But until then, maybe when i' m dead, or still | |
But to touch you without touchin' you is one of my gifts | |
Talking shit while she was drunk at the bar, | |
My homey slapped her in the face | |
She didn' t know that disrespect | |
Would lead to such a serious case | |
If she knew how to read the situation | |
She would stay in her place | |
If it' s one thing that everyone needs is their god damn space | |
Why you all up up under me, | |
Screamin in my ear | |
Why you tryin to talk over the music | |
When you know we barely can hear | |
Why you tuggin on my coat tail | |
Grabbin on my sleeve | |
Yo cover your mouth when you cough around me | |
Don' t touch me when you sneeze | |
I don' t like disease, | |
I don' t want to give you what i' ve got | |
Yo hit the weed, | |
But what i don' t need is someone always in my spot | |
Stadin when i' m standing, | |
Breathin down my neck | |
Yo have some respect | |
I guess you think that water ain' t wet | |
Just back the back the up, | |
No i ain' t stuck up | |
I just don' t want to hear your moans and groans | |
And hickups and stuff | |
Being recorded with the tape recorders all in my grill | |
But touchin you without touchin you is one of my skills | |
Talkin shit while he was up at the mic. | |
Somebody hit him in the face | |
He didn' t know that disrespect | |
Would lead to such a serious case | |
If he knew how to read the situation | |
He would stay in his place | |
If there is one thing that everyone needs | |
Is there goddamn space | |
Let me talk about it as i rock it | |
Now i' m a draw the lines on the ground and show you my squares | |
At least arms distance so stand over there | |
Hey love you know i miss you | |
And how we embrace, | |
But i let you know if i wanna kiss you | |
Or see how you taste | |
Yo we all got issues we need to face, | |
So don' t think i' m tryin' to diss you | |
When i tell you the case | |
In case you wondering it' s just like that | |
I practice telepathy | |
I already know what you' re goona say | |
Before you step to me | |
I hate crowded elevators and downtown brush, | |
Pack trains, crazyass people on the bus, | |
Sometimes roll blush, | |
Lookin' so called crush, | |
But i' d rather teleport through space so ya' ll can bite my dust | |
Use body language baby, | |
I can dig that, | |
But homey you need to kick back and relax on the act | |
The bottom line is don' t invade no body' s own | |
Or maybe your own, sincerely aceyalone | |
Talking shit while he was walking the street, | |
Somebody shot him in the face | |
He didn' t know that disrespect | |
Would lead to such a serious case, | |
If you knew how to read the situation | |
You would stay in your place | |
If there is one thing that every one needs | |
Is their goddamn space | |
Give me five feet all around the world | |
To each his own |
zuò cí : Hayes | |
one two, one two | |
You got the levels straight? | |
Lets do my thing | |
Talking shit while he was rollin' his weed | |
My niger hit him in the face | |
He didn' t know that disrespect | |
Would lead to such a serious case. | |
If you knew how to read the situation | |
You would stay your his place. | |
If there is one thing that everyone one needs | |
Is their god damn space | |
Let me talk about it as i rock it | |
Give me five feet, | |
All around the world, | |
I don' t want no body touching me unless it' s my girls | |
I give a pound of hugs of love some are like that | |
Don' t be tapping my shoulders | |
Or patting me on the back | |
Or pullin' my arm | |
Checkin my size | |
I' m liable to do you harm, | |
My temple is my prize | |
I' m wise and on the really | |
I ain' t too touchy feely | |
If you put your hands up on me, | |
I might just smack you silly | |
There a billion people | |
Touch somebody else, touch yourself | |
I' ll be sure to get at you if i need your help | |
But until then, maybe when i' m dead, or still | |
But to touch you without touchin' you is one of my gifts | |
Talking shit while she was drunk at the bar, | |
My homey slapped her in the face | |
She didn' t know that disrespect | |
Would lead to such a serious case | |
If she knew how to read the situation | |
She would stay in her place | |
If it' s one thing that everyone needs is their god damn space | |
Why you all up up under me, | |
Screamin in my ear | |
Why you tryin to talk over the music | |
When you know we barely can hear | |
Why you tuggin on my coat tail | |
Grabbin on my sleeve | |
Yo cover your mouth when you cough around me | |
Don' t touch me when you sneeze | |
I don' t like disease, | |
I don' t want to give you what i' ve got | |
Yo hit the weed, | |
But what i don' t need is someone always in my spot | |
Stadin when i' m standing, | |
Breathin down my neck | |
Yo have some respect | |
I guess you think that water ain' t wet | |
Just back the back the up, | |
No i ain' t stuck up | |
I just don' t want to hear your moans and groans | |
And hickups and stuff | |
Being recorded with the tape recorders all in my grill | |
But touchin you without touchin you is one of my skills | |
Talkin shit while he was up at the mic. | |
Somebody hit him in the face | |
He didn' t know that disrespect | |
Would lead to such a serious case | |
If he knew how to read the situation | |
He would stay in his place | |
If there is one thing that everyone needs | |
Is there goddamn space | |
Let me talk about it as i rock it | |
Now i' m a draw the lines on the ground and show you my squares | |
At least arms distance so stand over there | |
Hey love you know i miss you | |
And how we embrace, | |
But i let you know if i wanna kiss you | |
Or see how you taste | |
Yo we all got issues we need to face, | |
So don' t think i' m tryin' to diss you | |
When i tell you the case | |
In case you wondering it' s just like that | |
I practice telepathy | |
I already know what you' re goona say | |
Before you step to me | |
I hate crowded elevators and downtown brush, | |
Pack trains, crazyass people on the bus, | |
Sometimes roll blush, | |
Lookin' so called crush, | |
But i' d rather teleport through space so ya' ll can bite my dust | |
Use body language baby, | |
I can dig that, | |
But homey you need to kick back and relax on the act | |
The bottom line is don' t invade no body' s own | |
Or maybe your own, sincerely aceyalone | |
Talking shit while he was walking the street, | |
Somebody shot him in the face | |
He didn' t know that disrespect | |
Would lead to such a serious case, | |
If you knew how to read the situation | |
You would stay in your place | |
If there is one thing that every one needs | |
Is their goddamn space | |
Give me five feet all around the world | |
To each his own |