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Anno IV - Circa '01 Lyrics



Anno IV - Circa '01 Lyrics




Ain't nobody really wanna see me down, ain't nobody listen
Ain't nobody wonder why this beating's never scripted now
Foreign cars and wisdom
I know, I know
They never wanna listen, never wanna think of the children
Beats me, I've told, beats me, I'm cold, feed me, I'm bold
Ain't nobody really wanna feed me now
Ain't nobody listen, ain't nobody call, never gonna fall
Ain't nobody secret now, feeling in the deep end now
And I've called on it all (yeah everybody)
From the lost to the called (yeah everybody)
From the rain to the snow
I know, no, no

Call it expression, first impress
Impressions of you, seeing me
Please less, less-lessen the view
Less lessons, less confession, it's true
Best guess, disguise the skies, put light to dark
Might die in your eyes, where I's born, I would shoot
Breathe slight, I could cry, but damp into used
Right dive, left hand, but stand until moved
Feet firm on the ground
Ten toes down
Fed those clowns
Was never really needing a reason, I need a good means in
Which I could put these means into meaning
Green for a season, but bipolar, scenes into seasons
At fault, which side is to blame, great, I'm falling again

Ain't nobody really wanna see me down, ain't nobody listen
Ain't nobody wonder why this beating's never scripted now
Foreign cars and wisdom
I know, I know
They never wanna listen, never wanna think of the children
Beats me, I've told, beats me, I'm cold, feed me, I'm bold
Ain't nobody really wanna feed me now
Ain't nobody listen, ain't nobody call, never gonna fall
Ain't nobody secret now, feeling in the deep end now
And I've called on it all (yeah everybody)
From the lost to the called (yeah everybody)
From the rain to the snow
I know, no, no

Beats me
Beats me
Beats me
Forget me

Cold reasoning, bold dreaming
Yet, bald thinking
Peel back, still steel, steal that
Real build, killed maps
Feels filled, meals packed
On running funny, feet back
I'm still real, money hungry
Never that, composed, never stacked, suppose
You were me, released coals instead of heat
Purpose stole, stared at grief
And moved forward, still scared, rarity
Beat these odds, lots of loss, under cross, I still kneel, clarity
Babbling, kingdom of Babylon, but these babies long for love
False and under the influence
Roles lost in ruins, undoings

Ain't nobody really wanna see me down, ain't nobody listen
Ain't nobody wonder why this beating's never scripted now
Foreign cars and wisdom
I know, I know
They never wanna listen, never wanna think of the children
Beats me, I've told, beats me, I'm cold, feed me, I'm bold
Ain't nobody really wanna feed me now
Ain't nobody listen, ain't nobody call, never gonna fall
Ain't nobody secret now, feeling in the deep end now
And I've called on it all
From the lost to the called
From the rain to the snow
I know, no, no
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Ain't nobody really wanna see me down, ain't nobody listen
Ain't nobody wonder why this beating's never scripted now
Foreign cars and wisdom
I know, I know
They never wanna listen, never wanna think of the children
Beats me, I've told, beats me, I'm cold, feed me, I'm bold
Ain't nobody really wanna feed me now
Ain't nobody listen, ain't nobody call, never gonna fall
Ain't nobody secret now, feeling in the deep end now
And I've called on it all (yeah everybody)
From the lost to the called (yeah everybody)
From the rain to the snow
I know, no, no

Call it expression, first impress
Impressions of you, seeing me
Please less, less-lessen the view
Less lessons, less confession, it's true
Best guess, disguise the skies, put light to dark
Might die in your eyes, where I's born, I would shoot
Breathe slight, I could cry, but damp into used
Right dive, left hand, but stand until moved
Feet firm on the ground
Ten toes down
Fed those clowns
Was never really needing a reason, I need a good means in
Which I could put these means into meaning
Green for a season, but bipolar, scenes into seasons
At fault, which side is to blame, great, I'm falling again

Ain't nobody really wanna see me down, ain't nobody listen
Ain't nobody wonder why this beating's never scripted now
Foreign cars and wisdom
I know, I know
They never wanna listen, never wanna think of the children
Beats me, I've told, beats me, I'm cold, feed me, I'm bold
Ain't nobody really wanna feed me now
Ain't nobody listen, ain't nobody call, never gonna fall
Ain't nobody secret now, feeling in the deep end now
And I've called on it all (yeah everybody)
From the lost to the called (yeah everybody)
From the rain to the snow
I know, no, no

Beats me
Beats me
Beats me
Forget me

Cold reasoning, bold dreaming
Yet, bald thinking
Peel back, still steel, steal that
Real build, killed maps
Feels filled, meals packed
On running funny, feet back
I'm still real, money hungry
Never that, composed, never stacked, suppose
You were me, released coals instead of heat
Purpose stole, stared at grief
And moved forward, still scared, rarity
Beat these odds, lots of loss, under cross, I still kneel, clarity
Babbling, kingdom of Babylon, but these babies long for love
False and under the influence
Roles lost in ruins, undoings

Ain't nobody really wanna see me down, ain't nobody listen
Ain't nobody wonder why this beating's never scripted now
Foreign cars and wisdom
I know, I know
They never wanna listen, never wanna think of the children
Beats me, I've told, beats me, I'm cold, feed me, I'm bold
Ain't nobody really wanna feed me now
Ain't nobody listen, ain't nobody call, never gonna fall
Ain't nobody secret now, feeling in the deep end now
And I've called on it all
From the lost to the called
From the rain to the snow
I know, no, no
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Writer: Jean Fourie
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