The Message - Ben Crosland

All I wanna do is slow down (All y'all wanna do) All y'all wanna do is go out (Wanna do it, oh you wanna do it) All y'all wanna do is blow loud All y'all wanna do is go out Oh, all you wanna do is go out You ain't ridin' with the clique no more (No more, no more) You ain't really doin' this no more Lord knows, I stay sober (Yeah) But it ain't over (Na na na na na) yeah Oh I changed my ways and say today I'm not the same for you, ooh Why you always gotta pressure, me Why you always been stressin', me Why you always actin' so extra, please Oh you ain't get the message, please, please You ain't get the message, please Oh you ain't get the message, please, please You ain't get the message, no Oh you ain't get the... We dem guys On da rise You can not give good advice, ay (You can't give it no) No replies, we stay Sunnyside With the Christ Living on a sacrifice and it's no surprise Oh, it's no surprise Yeah we on a different wave (Hol' up, yeah) And we do it day to day Hol' up, yeah I need to pray And we doin' many ways (Ways) And never do play Aw we never do play, no Please don't make assumptions They don't turn to nothing We ain't in the function Oh we doin' something We doin' something Why you always gotta pressure, me Why you always been stressin', me (Why you been stressin' me) Why you always actin' so extra, please Oh you ain't get the message, please, please You ain't get the message, please (You ain't get the message) Oh you ain't get the message, Please, please (You ain't get the message) You ain't get the message, No (You ain't never hit me up, you ain't never hit me up) Oh you ain't get the.message They try to talk and they tell me that I ain't been the same They still love and support me when I be spittin' flames Understand that the kid is different, no playing games They know I'm legal to drive and how I be switching lanes Like the homie from London, I'm on a different wave (Yeah) I'm on a different wave Different wave yeah Why you always gotta pressure, me Why you always been stressin', me Why you actin' so extra, please Oh you ain't get the message Please You ain't get the message, please Oh you ain't get the message, Please, please (You ain't get the message) You ain't get the message, No (You ain't never hit me up, you ain't never hit me up) Oh you ain't get the please, Please (Oh you ain't get the, Oh you ain't get the, oh you ain't get the) You ain't get the message please Oh you ain't get the message please, please You ain't get the message, no Oh you ain't get the Oh you ain't get the Oh you ain't get the Oh you ain't get the Oh you ain't get the Oh you ain't get the Oh you ain't get the

At the end of the season At the end of the day Everything has its reason I wouldn't have it any other way And I'm satisfied I'm satisfied Oh I'm satisfied Yes I'm satisfied When it's late in the vening And you've laid down by my side I sometimes watch you peacefully sleeping And again I realise That I'm satisfied Satisfied Yes I'm satisfied Oh I'm satisfied The road ain't always easy So many ups and downs But nothing keeps me moving Like a new day coming 'round At the end of season At the end of the song You ask me am I still believing Is my love still feeling strong Am I satisfied? Yes I'm satisfied Am I satisfied? Yes I'm satisfied

Daddy was a dude, played the saxophone Wrote the first jazz fugue, made the world his home He was a post-war gun, he was a west coast man They say he was the one wailing on the band stand I see a young man, 1948 The sun is shining through the Golden Gate The future up ahead looks bright and secure With the best band in the land success seemed assured Winds of change came and took away his band It ain't easy being a one night stand jazz man Make a decision - the family or the road That's when he decided he was coming home Daddy was a dude, played the saxophone Wrote the first jazz fugue, made the world my home I was his post-war son, he was a west coast man They say he was the one wailing on the band stand Winds of change came and took away his band It ain't easy being a one night stand jazz man Make a decision - the family or the road That's when he decided he was coming home Daddy was a dude, played the saxophone Wrote the first jazz fugue, made the world his home He was a post-war gun, he was a west coast man They say he was the one wailing on the band stand