STAMPEDE Songtext
von Genesis Owusu

Get, get, get back
I ain′t got time for the tact
When I'm with a bird, I′m sacked
Young brother sharp as a tack
Snatch a crown from a king and I tell you where it's at
Roman symbol for a rat
Boom like a blues doing lap
Tell us now the right way ahead
Way ahead, way ahead, way ahead

Left side to the right side (left side to the right side)
Front side to the back (front side to the back)
Stampede if you're with me (stampede if you′re with me)
We′re tryna head out (we're tryna head out)
Left side to the right side (left side to the right side)
Front side to the back (front side to the back side)
Stampede if you′re with me
We're tryna head out, we′re tryna head out


No point in arguing the values of the gold
I look for empathy, the love was left alone (stampede if you with me)
I try to phone a friend and tell him where to go
You look for better men, you'll find a pot of gold

We′re tryna head out, we're tryna head out
Fat cat, get him capsized
Greasy ass pig, get him backside
Drown in blood and I'm baptized
You don′t have the prize for the last time

Rats
You won′t find love through a step
Tryna take a life for some cash
They just keep hitting with the tit, tit, tit, tit, tit
They ain't ready for the tact

Left side to the right side (left side to the right side)
Front side to the back (front side to the back side)
Stampede if you′re with me (stampede if you're with me)
We′re tryna head out (we're tryna head out)
Left side to the right side (left side to the right side)
Front side to the back (front side to the back)
Stampede if you′re with me
We're tryna head out, we're tryna head out


Give him my reply with a bat
Find out all I got, get him taxed
Running out of time, oh

No point in arguing the values of the gold
I look for empathy, the love was left alone (stampede if you with me)
I try to phone a friend and tell him where to go
You look for better men, you′ll find a pot of gold

The ones below
Can′t you see we're the pot of gold?
Shake that ground, where they gonna go?
Oh, shit
The ones below
Can′t you see we're the pot of gold?
Shake that ground, where they gonna go?
Oh, shit

You gotta go for the ones you love
You gotta fight for the ones you love
You gotta go for the ones you love
You gotta fight for the ones you love