Turntable Lyrics

Yeah, he's gonna go, go get it Gonna run, run, set it In another wise hidden realm Oh, everybody knows, it's fucking wild And there's no fronting about it
Hey, it's not the style, nor a trial It's the best of love and hate Oh, come on, everybody, let's get together I appall the backdrop of hate
Well, there's no more food on the table Well, what was strong, no longer able And an open mind, no longer stable And it spins like a DJ's turntable
A million eyeballs and a blink and a smile With no dimensions in sight Well, given an inch, a billion colors The entire world's contrast light
Oh, it ain't right, another fight Well, all of it's so very clear With my passion on a stud, I walked through I walked through the vicious ones And I really don't care
Well, there's no more food on the table And what was strong, no longer able And an open mind, no longer stable And it spins like a DJ's turntable
My western mind has a hard time (Hard time) Getting across this trust Passive resistance, your assistance You're the one smoking dust
It ain't a style, nor a trial It's the best of our love and hate (Love and hate) Come on, everybody, let's get together I appall the backdrop of hate
Well, there's no more food on the table I once was strong, no longer able And an open mind, no longer stable And it spins like a DJ's turntable
Well, ya spin like a DJ's turntable Well, ya spin like a DJ's turntable Well, ya spin like a DJ's turntable