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De La Soul - Tread Water lyrics
DOVE: I was walking on the water when I saw a crocodile He had daisies in his hat so I stopped him for a while He delivered me a message a massage to soothe my stage What it was was more then plug up dosage More than DAISY age Conversation drew a rule Which the crowd will roar by millions Mr. Crocodile said 'Dove you must look For now the villains try to hold you underwater But one thing we all must heed Sony Walkmans keep us walking De La Soul can help you breathe when you tread water' As I walked along my journey, I thought 'What have I just learned?' In a flash I saw commotion There was movement in these ferns Silently the silence came, was it the end of my world? I shouted out in fear, 'Who's there?' 'It's me,' said Mr. Squirrel 'I've searched for you all over, now you're found, No time to waste. We must find the Preacher Man, We must find the P.A. Mase. All my population's dying, And we're all in tune to doom. Like the Daisy, I need water I need chesnuts to consume.' 'Mr. Squirrel,' I said, 'I'm sorry, But the problem can't be solved If there's no one here to help, and no one to get involved Always look to the positive and never drop your head For the water will engulf us if we do not dare to tread So let's tread water' POS: Now one weary day I woke, my alarm said 'Plug time's up' Filled my bath up with the water, gargled with my gargle cup As I bathed I felt a presence, and I'm sort of ticklish I looked down and then around and I heard, 'Hi! I'm Mr Fish. How do you do? As for me, I'm in tip-top shape today, cause my water's clean And no-one's menu says Fresh Fish Filet See I look past all my worries, which is something you must do Though you're fed up, throw your head up With this advice ffrom me to you And that's to tread water' As my day went unexplained, time was finding nothing fun As I walked along the sidewalk, I heard, 'Psst, excuse me, Plug One.' From my Soul, De La that is, I hollered 'Yes, are you talking to me?' 'No alarm meant,' he said, 'Let me introduce myself. I'm Mr Monkey.' 'Mr Monkey, I pledge you slap of five, Now how does your problem meet?' He said, 'My bananas are at their ripest, but they all Stand at three feet. My swinging hand is bandaged up. Could you help me with this chore?' I brought him down to the Native shop And bought him copies of the De La score Which assisted well in his elevation Now all bananas is at his grasp He decided with this accomplished, He would put me on to the path He to my to live by the Inner Sound, y'all Which would bring me health in showbiz Then to use them, not abuse them And then in the words that got me to 'em And that is to tread water |
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