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.

So one more day, another night
One more year without you
God I'm so blue, honey I miss you
So one more day, another night
One more year without you
God I'm so blue, don't know how old are you...


I mus' say if I had de money
I could show you a better day
but tings dem not so easy today
ain't no fun inna di city
from bad to worse everyday
God I polish shoes, man I beg fi money
tings dem so hard pon me!




ten years I livin' on de streets
still don't know how to make ends meet
tell me what do you learn at school
do your new daddy tink I'm a fool?
I'm dyin' to hear from you
I still polish shoes and still beg fi money
tings dem so hard pon me!