Just About Over Lyrics by Goodie Mob

Just About Over Lyrics

    Intro/Chorus: Cee-Lo and others (singing)

    Heyy, so they tell me, it's just about over
    Ohhh yeahhh-yeah, ohhhh yeahh-yeah
    So they tell me, it's just about over
    Ohhh yeahhh-yeah, ohhhhhh yeahh-yeah

    Verse One: Cee-Lo (singing)

    Well I'm lonely, and no one understands
    The show has fallen, into the wrong hands
    I am blinded, to see all that's passed
    To know it was possible, to be a sadist
    I have nothing, more to give
    I have lost my, will to live
    I lost my pride, lost my joy, and now I've lost my fear
    I'd rather die, because I, am just that, unhappy here

    Chorus

    Verse Two: Gipp, Khujo

    Man it's 20/20, uhh
    It's gettin hard, to Main Street, the Boulevard
    Earth warmin, causin the ozone to fall apart
    Spark rebellion, I'ma go to, guillotine
    the Palestines too, divide the land right, between you
    Seas cross, dirt road walked
    A lot of folks that don't talk
    Some that thought they made it got caught
    Slay the wicked, spirit'll soon fix it
    It's gettin colder I wonder how much older 'fore it's all over

    Not long, it was sad, how you killed my son
    on the four-zero-five, changin, his flat tire
    Suspect's a white male, lead, a possible robbery
    Hurts my heart that we start off this year
    like this, players in position to make differences
    but be, charged with rape, with all that debit
    while you had it, to take the ?gushy?
    Twenties frozen this time
    At this North/South planet clinic
    where abortions are performed

    Verse Three: T-Mo

    From the start, I see the end
    Will we be friends in the end
    Took you with me, solo creeps
    Never wakin lay next to me sleep
    Hate to use you, don't abuse you
    I won't lose you, fought to keep you
    He dyin to meet you, confrontation
    of the tainted thought, of me lettin you step to
    I got caught, messin up again
    I just can't win, tryin not to sin
    When crackin the gin, makin fat distends
    in a time we need to be sober
    On my way through Georgia, headed back to Florida
    with the Jimmy called Peanuts, mind
    in the O, headed to a show
    Gone with the strong, up out the do', now..

    Chorus

    Chorus

    *singer repeats 'over' until the final riff of the song*

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