Song | Mystery Repeats |
Artist | Pete Philly & Perquisite |
Album | Mystery Repeats |
Mystery repeats | |
Life got tricks but its treats too | |
Blow my xxx on the streets | |
Yo I see you | |
You lifted me | |
So I lifted you | |
Continue this beautiful cycle | |
History always tries to enlight you. | |
How much been decided for you | |
You don't know | |
So just go | |
As far as you can go, | |
But go slow. | |
Hey yo | |
Know this i've noticed | |
what it is about all this | |
seperating real from the fake and bogus | |
sitting at the dock of the bay like Otis | |
We just slide,through this thing called life | |
Everything gon’ be alright | |
As you stay true to the path that’s inside | |
Mystery repeats x 4 | |
What if i never went and smoked that first spliff | |
what if i never gave Sam that first kiss | |
What if i never even heard EPD | |
Would you still notice me? | |
What if i never heard Perq's first demo | |
Gave him a call "To the crib" ,(Hey dog) | |
Would i still been known as the fellow | |
Rolling with the dude with the cello | |
What if | |
These questions arise | |
as I look in my eyes | |
and I see my own surprise | |
Wondering what path lies before me | |
Probably the same as the ones before me | |
And i, Pass it right down to my seed | |
A mystery indeed | |
I'd tell him how proud i'll be | |
Go ahead make history | |
Mystery Repeats 4x | |
As the newborn start to breathe | |
As the widow starts to grieve | |
It seems that mystery repeats itself all over | |
As the newborn start to breathe | |
As the widow starts to grieve | |
It seems that mystery repeats itself all over | |
Mystery Repeats 8x |
Mystery repeats | |
Life got tricks but its treats too | |
Blow my xxx on the streets | |
Yo I see you | |
You lifted me | |
So I lifted you | |
Continue this beautiful cycle | |
History always tries to enlight you. | |
How much been decided for you | |
You don' t know | |
So just go | |
As far as you can go, | |
But go slow. | |
Hey yo | |
Know this i' ve noticed | |
what it is about all this | |
seperating real from the fake and bogus | |
sitting at the dock of the bay like Otis | |
We just slide, through this thing called life | |
Everything gon' be alright | |
As you stay true to the path that' s inside | |
Mystery repeats x 4 | |
What if i never went and smoked that first spliff | |
what if i never gave Sam that first kiss | |
What if i never even heard EPD | |
Would you still notice me? | |
What if i never heard Perq' s first demo | |
Gave him a call " To the crib" , Hey dog | |
Would i still been known as the fellow | |
Rolling with the dude with the cello | |
What if | |
These questions arise | |
as I look in my eyes | |
and I see my own surprise | |
Wondering what path lies before me | |
Probably the same as the ones before me | |
And i, Pass it right down to my seed | |
A mystery indeed | |
I' d tell him how proud i' ll be | |
Go ahead make history | |
Mystery Repeats 4x | |
As the newborn start to breathe | |
As the widow starts to grieve | |
It seems that mystery repeats itself all over | |
As the newborn start to breathe | |
As the widow starts to grieve | |
It seems that mystery repeats itself all over | |
Mystery Repeats 8x |