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Talib Kweli - Hamster Wheel
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Talib Kweli
Talib Kweli
Performer
Erick Coomes
Erick Coomes
Bass
Gene Back
Gene Back
Violin
Masayuki Hirano
Masayuki Hirano
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Talib Greene
Talib Greene
Composer
Michael Jackson
Michael Jackson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Oh No
Oh No
Producer
G Koop
G Koop
Additional Producer
Alby Cohen
Alby Cohen
Vocal Recording Engineer
Anthony Caruso
Anthony Caruso
Engineer
DJ-Romel
DJ-Romel
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(Verse) Yo, these swallows is horny like Charley Parker Be cutting em cause I'm studying these birds like ornithology Follow em when they tweeting, hollow instead of speaking Give it a name, she played the wicked games every weekend. Broke up with a dude for almost ending a life, Came over for a closure, ended up spending the night. That cosy in this apartment, wine bottles started popping, Put scratches up on his back, they question him where he got them. Forgot it was her, she threaded him, fingers was like machetes, The fucking was so static, she shaded him like a faddic, Every single chick, she's like enough already, I need to be with someone else, this stuff is so petty She once reacted to things he did in the past, Thinking it was no safe, he couldn't say no to the ask, The heavy so rash, she gave up all her power, He boarded out on the street, nowhere to live, nowhere to shower. How she gonna make it through the night? How she's so accepting all this tension in her life? (Hook) She always carrying a baby with her, Her spitting image just like looking at her baby pictures. Afraid to say cause she dependent on man for real, How she running these streets but always standing still. She need to get up off the hamster wheel, She need to get up off the hamster wheel, How she running the streets but still standing still, She need to get up off the hamster wheel, She need to get up off the hamster wheel. (Verse) Battery in the back, popping up with the cop, Top popular with the acid, the hot attack. Niggers whooping the holla out the drama The way she passing the barber shop Only job that's an option McDonald's or TeleMarket. Often her asking together, this ain't the Beatles. She need is a man like she going under needle. She doing so much cotton, it's a wonder she living The money was so seductive, no wonder she ain't leaving. First time she fell like a woman was when a dude screamed "Nice ass" out the car window driving past. Nobody showed her how to live so all she do is dream They call her rocket cause the make-up is like the mash-bomb Scars proeminently large on her frontal lobe Behind bars for credit cards scheme she pulled a month ago. First she getting high, now we waving bye-bye. She's waiting out the station Just the same as she's waiting out the station late at night for a train that never came. (Hook) She always carrying a baby with her, Her spitting image just like looking at her baby pictures. Afraid to say cause she dependent on man for real, How she running these streets but always standing still. She need to get up off the hamster wheel, She need to get up off the hamster wheel, How she running the streets but still standing still, She need to get up off the hamster wheel, She need to get up off the hamster wheel.
Writer(s): Talib Greene, Michael Jackson, Robert Mandell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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