Cee-Lo - Sometimes + Lyrics

Peace.
How y'all feel out there.
That's cool.
Alright.
You know, sometimes I wanna rap.
Sometimes I wanna sing, you know what I mean?
Sometimes all it calls for is a nice mellow groove.
Hit of rimshot, you know.
Just get, you know, get you open.
But I wanna do a piece for y'all tonight, it's called sometimes.
Alright, so check it out.
Sometimes a stranger can be your best friend.
Sometimes being angry is the best mood.
Sometimes seeing you feel good makes me feel even better.
Sometimes hunger is the best food.
Sometimes good just ain't good enough.
And other times evil will get you even.
Sometimes faith is not knowing any better.
Sometimes nothing is what you believe in.

Sometimes I don't even want a hit.

Sometimes you fail trying.
And sometimes happiness hurts worse.
Sometimes people live dying.
Sometimes it's the last person that makes you first.
Sometimes you'll keep what you don't want.
And other times you'll give away what you really need.
Sometimes a rich man won't have a dollar.
And all a poor man has is greed.

Sometimes.
Sometimes I just wanna listen.
Sounds good to me.
Ay yo Lock, put them strings right here.
Sometimes I don't think people know I'm as good as I really am.

Now my recitings are writing over rhythm's.
Regularly reinacts facts of my existance.
So what proof of my expertise, many emcees know of me.
Using unrequested serious infested poetry.
To prevoke what persistance.
For instance, I don't let the T.V. screen come in between my daily routine.
At a spot where me and my boy went.
Someone interrupted our enjoyment.
What do you know, an out of work emcee looking for employment.
But I'm still curteous with my greeting, brother I'm eating.
And his style sounded similar to someone elses.
So evidently he's been cheating.
But I couldn't question the destiny in which we meet.
So, you guessed it, I suggested that he just have a seat.
And then I explained to him that I remained in the mean time.
Mastering mysterious methods of writing.
Finding my piece of mind with soft music and moonlighting.
Then supernaturaly I forsee the beginning stages.
And then eventually pages get filled completely.
You see, I dive into the depths of my soul.
Seeking to explore the hidden treasure of a pure literature.
While these others are unsure.
Being that the deepness makes them doubtful.
Deliberatly delaying.
Saying they'll settle for whatever washes toward the shore.
Delirous from dilusion.
My feelings were no more direct so the conclusion is seclusion.
Because mixed belief create confusion.
To remain plain and simplistic, realistic.
Accurate, articulate and absolutely artistic.
Uninhibited, unadulterated, unstoppable.
Unfuckwittable and unforgettable.
But since I've been granted the power of choice.
Let God bet the voice he is.
So all the credibility be his.
So let these be words of wisdom and in the same breath be warning.
God I shine like Sunday morning.

Sometimes.
See you next time.