[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do... [Verse One]Yo, yoLost generation, fast paced nationWorld population confront they frustrationThe principles of true...

The papers you've arranged In a sense they're strange They speak to me like constellations as we lie here There's a magic I can't hold Your smile of honey gold And that you never seem to be in short supply of Chorus: Oooooh So baby let's get it on Drinkin'...