Issue No 191 Dizzy Lyrics
Dizzy by Issue No. 191
(Intro)
Dom dom doop, doom da-doom doop
(Verse)
The last time I seen Dizzy Gillespie, was smilin' at me
Singing to a southern sunset back in Tallahassee
Dare you ask me how many drugs I took on that mornin'?
I'm mournin' for buttered biscuits
Syrup over the pancakes, I killed that
Glass o' white milk, lungs still black
The revolution won't be televised
It's telefront, get a call from Khadija
'How ya living girl?', 'Single!'
30 minutes later the sitcom is over
Common comin' ova, he tradin me all his water for my chocolate
I'm luvin the music, digging the sounds, I'm hittin the joint
I'm getting too high, I'm tweakin' and shit
My silhouette is talkin' to my shadow
I'm drinkin' a bit, Cognac
Somebody tell Jay Electronica I luv him
It's 3 p.m. and the sun is out
(Verse 2)
This is rally at the anti-violence rally raps
With alley caps, I brought my yoga mat
The culdesac was getting crowded and I need my xan'
Sittin' in the wind, city of the gold
Lotion on my skin got me feelin' supa smooth
Like I could save a life, like I could write a dissertation on virginity
Tellin' couple girls it's okey if you wanna wait tonight
You ain't gotta rush, the satin and the red cotton sheets gonna be there
Somebody tell Jay Elec that I'm waitin'
Nah, I'm playin', I'm waitin' for my Mister Man
For the sippy cups on the floor of the minivan
It's 3 p.m. and I'm sittin' outside this coffee shop
Thinkin' bout my wedding dress and the violence in the city
What if my soul-man already been shot?! Skip that thought
Walk to the bike, ride to the park
Flyin' the new guide under water
Pretend like the grass gettin' greener
And smile like Dizzy Gillespie, Gillespie
Dom dom doop, doom da-doom doop
(Verse)
The last time I seen Dizzy Gillespie, was smilin' at me
Singing to a southern sunset back in Tallahassee
Dare you ask me how many drugs I took on that mornin'?
I'm mournin' for buttered biscuits
Syrup over the pancakes, I killed that
Glass o' white milk, lungs still black
The revolution won't be televised
It's telefront, get a call from Khadija
'How ya living girl?', 'Single!'
30 minutes later the sitcom is over
Common comin' ova, he tradin me all his water for my chocolate
I'm luvin the music, digging the sounds, I'm hittin the joint
I'm getting too high, I'm tweakin' and shit
My silhouette is talkin' to my shadow
I'm drinkin' a bit, Cognac
Somebody tell Jay Electronica I luv him
It's 3 p.m. and the sun is out
(Verse 2)
This is rally at the anti-violence rally raps
With alley caps, I brought my yoga mat
The culdesac was getting crowded and I need my xan'
Sittin' in the wind, city of the gold
Lotion on my skin got me feelin' supa smooth
Like I could save a life, like I could write a dissertation on virginity
Tellin' couple girls it's okey if you wanna wait tonight
You ain't gotta rush, the satin and the red cotton sheets gonna be there
Somebody tell Jay Elec that I'm waitin'
Nah, I'm playin', I'm waitin' for my Mister Man
For the sippy cups on the floor of the minivan
It's 3 p.m. and I'm sittin' outside this coffee shop
Thinkin' bout my wedding dress and the violence in the city
What if my soul-man already been shot?! Skip that thought
Walk to the bike, ride to the park
Flyin' the new guide under water
Pretend like the grass gettin' greener
And smile like Dizzy Gillespie, Gillespie