Five Fingers Of Funk - Autumn Blue lyrics

Artist: Five Fingers of Funk Album: Slap Me Five Song: Autumn Blue Late at night I'm writing got a lot on my mind Exchanging midnight beats for sleep 'cause time's hard to find Spent the whole day hiking through the city on a mission Wishing I was living under different conditions Looking for a face in the crowd I don't know Looking past gla** as if my nerves don't show Looking for a new way to say one pairs of prints ain't enough Me have to bluff me have no trust that makes it hard for me to open up But I play the role and now nobody knows what's in me I'm past the point of thinking that I could ever win see I get all choked up about something that isn't there Fair Skinned Earth Autumn Sun Through Black Hair "Where?" Over there on college campus ground pavement I turn my head it's just a shadow that's how my day went My spirits fall like golden leaves from autumn trees Collected in the street by the cool as 'trane fall breeze Autumn Blue... I'm looking out the window just to watch the block Residential hotels smack addicts in flocks A lazy day waitress with the hand that rocks The ladle wipes the table feet below dreadlocks Tickled ivories trickle out a modest speaker Don't mind being alone but I'd be glad to greet her One hundred and twenty miles from home but still in my dome Pick up the phone and maybe later I'll see her A happy couple crosses Second Ave. holding hands I'm glad I'm not happy 'cause I still can't stand The weight of a crush a light brush induced blush That anxiety rush of that uncomforable hush In conversation that two second pause feels like I'm waiting For a bus I may have missed when I'm already late and It's raining on my clean clothes day four of a new job Well maybe it's not that bad but still that moment feels odd So I repel it if I can smell it on the verge about to happen It seems I'm without words unless I'm freestyle rapping But then I'm full of crap and plus my mind is on city On the real I feel uptight when all my fronts miss witty It's hard to handle microphones I'll light like a gasoline candle Face to face I'm feeling square as a handbill So I'll head home and try to put it all together Get me on my own and all along and I'll be better Autumn Blue...