Tekst:
De La Soul En Focus

caught the fame of soul Years after mama had me tell ya gladly I plugged for the Tunin' Which cause eyes to zoom in Which put your person into focus

Prijevod: De La Soul. I Focus.

the fame of soul Years after mama had me tell ya gladly I plugged for the Tunin' Which cause eyes to zoom in [DRES:] Which put your person into focus

at death?s door. what is this window self? i can?t believe what?s been told is all that?s mean to be. am i losing... focus

out the walls You can look at them climbing out the bushes You can find them when the letter's bout to fall He be waiting with his camera on focus Everywhere

Anderson/Howe The time between the notes relates the color to the scenes. A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, so it seems. And space between the focus

How 'bout a bit of soul? Some integrity? I'm not talking about no fake kinda feeling, but the girl in my dreams will Be for real without a doubt so I

plans to ditch myself and get outside Dancing women, throwing plates Decapitating their laughing dates Swirling chickens caught in flight Out of focus

and blunts is all that's needed So high, so high am I Let's get P.O.D.'ded I be so high, feel high, forgive me Lord But I feel like the weed be blessin' my soul