Wake Up - Joss Stone

Yo, yup

Thanks for stoppin' in

This ain’t no, not a synonym

Ah Jr. Gong and Joss Stone the modern day is… ing

Come to tell you what is happenin'

If you’ve been tuning in

I’m assuming that you’re

I just wanna let you know the root of the music

From the beginning

In this modern day test tube culture that we’re livin' in

What is this nonsense I came here to?

This compilation of money and fools

It’s abominable

Uncontrollable

Remember the stage where the fly shall choose

The music was chose so the people could choose

The suits to control

My life is a soundtrack to a beautiful movement

We’re supposed to get closer to a revolution

What are you doing?

Wake up

Tell me what is this nonsense

Why can’t we be conscious?

Of what we’re feeding our people

Wake up

Tell me what is this nonsense

You can be conscious

We are delivering evil

What is this shit now they force you to see?

and our soul got split

It’s incredulous

How your lyrics got treacherous

Flashing back to the soul I flick

When a couple of strings and a mic was it

It’s a fashion show

Unbelievable

My life is a soundtrack to a beautiful movement

We’re supposed to get closer to a revolution

Tell me what are you doing?

Wake up

Tell me what is this nonsense

Why can’t we be conscious?

Of what we’re feeding our people

Just wake up

Tell me what is this nonsense

You know that you can be conscious

We are delivering evil

(First they take your mind)

And leave you in subliminal

What does singing have to do with my abdominals?

Hard to read the fine print in your peripherals

(Then they take your soul)

for the signals

What a sneaky set of individuals

(And just before you know)

You can’t see no residuals

And those that say they have your back

the strings attached

of the decimals

(The hold of you is owned by

Somebody else, is screamin' for help

So shape up yourself, the call is comin' through)

Wake up

Tell me what is this nonsense

Why can’t we be conscious?

Of what we’re feeding our people

Just wake up

Tell me what is this nonsense

Oh can you be conscious

What you’re feeding your people

What’s this nonsense

Can’t we be conscious?

Of what we’re feeding our, what we’re feeding our

What’s this nonsense

Can’t we be conscious?

Can’t we be, can’t we be?

No wake up, wake up

All my people now wake up

Wake up for me, wake up for me people

Wake up, wake up

Wake up, wake up

You got to be conscious

Ah I fucked up the ending