Five Fingers Of Funk Autumn Blue lyrics

Autumn Blue by Five Fingers Of Funk

Autumn Blue lyrics

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 glass 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