Ladies and gentlemen, Cee-Lo



[Cee-Lo]

Peace

How y'all feel out there

That's cool

Alright

You know, sometimes I wanna rap

Sometimes I wanna sing, you know what I mean

Sometimes all it calls for is a nice mellow groove

Hit of rimshot, you know

Just get, you know, get you open

But I wanna do a piece for y'all tonight, it's called sometimes

Alright, so check it out

Sometimes a stranger can be your best friend

Sometimes being angry is the best mood

Sometimes seeing you feel good makes me feel even better

Sometimes hunger is the best food

Sometimes good just ain't good enough

And other times evil will get you even

Sometimes faith is not knowing any better

Sometimes nothing is what you believe in

Woah



Sometimes I don't even want a hit



Sometimes you fail trying

And sometimes happiness hurts worse

Sometimes people live dying

Sometimes it's the last person that makes you first

Sometimes you'll keep what you don't want

And other times you'll give away what you really need

Sometimes a rich man won't have a dollar

And all a poor man has is greed

Woah



Sometimes

Sometimes I just wanna listen

Sounds good to me

Yeah

Ay yo Lock, put them strings right here

Sometimes I don't think people know I'm as good as I really am



Now my recitings are writing over rhythm's

Regularly reinacts facts of my existance

So what proof of my expertise, many emcees know of me

Using unrequested serious infested poetry

To prevoke what persistance

For instance, I don't let the T.V. screen come in between my daily routine

At a spot where me and my boy went

Someone interrupted our enjoyment

What do you know, an out of work emcee looking for employment

But I'm still curteous with my greeting, brother I'm eating

And his style sounded similar to someone elses

So evidently he's been cheating

But I couldn't question the destiny in which we meet

So, you guessed it, I suggested that he just have a seat

And then I explained to him that I remained in the mean time

Mastering mysterious methods of writing

Finding my piece of mind with soft music and moonlighting

Then supernaturaly I forsee the beginning stages

And then eventually pages get filled completely

You see, I dive into the depths of my soul

Seeking to explore the hidden treasure of a pure literature

While these others are unsure

Being that the deepness makes them doubtful

Deliberatly delaying

Saying they'll settle for whatever washes toward the shore

Delirous from dilusion

My feelings were no more direct so the conclusion is seclusion

Because mixed belief create confusion

To remain plain and simplistic, realistic

Accurate, articulate and absolutely artistic

Uninhibited, unadulterated, unstoppable

Unfuckwittable and unforgettable

But since I've been granted the power of choice

Let God bet the voice he is

So all the credibility be his

So let these be words of wisdom and in the same breath be warning

God I shine like Sunday morning

Woah



Sometimes

See you next time