 [Hook: The Beatles sample (Michelle
Williams)]
All the lonely people, where do they
all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they
all belong?
I look at all the lonely people (I look at
all the
lonely people)
I look at all the lonely people (I look at
all the
lonely people)
I look at all the lonely people (yeah)
I look at all the lonely people
[Intro: Talib Kweli *over hook*]
Yeah I like to go out to clubs
Las Palmas, you know
She this envy if I wanna get grimey
wit' it at
Bungalow Eight
Opium down in Miami
But when I walk in, I look around and
I think..
[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
Yo, I'm headin' out, 'bout to do some
flesh and now
I know my flesh endowed with
somethin' to prove
I'm settin' out on a trip to Heaven's
mile
Yeah, I'm steppin' out in the name of
love
Who knew the Devil could slow
dance?
We have pathological romances with
technological advance
Infatuated with infatuation and
Intellectual masturbation with
premature ejaculation
Make a baby mama's all
bastardization and
Lonely people all through the city
They club hoppin' and they love
shoppin' and they thug posturin'
Thugs be lockin' horns with Crips on
them drug blocks
And them dollars flow right out of the
'hood
When you tryin' to make paper out of
the wood
You know that money don't grow on
trees
For paper people change colors like
leaves
And they fall off in the mud like a filthy
pig
Makin' you and your dogs who store
all call off
That much deserved ass whippin'
He snitchin', he twitchin', he bitchin',
he all soft
Never work with his hands
Little kid on the block who always ran
At all costs, gotta be in the club
Lookin' for happiness or the meaning
of love
Then it hit him, out the blue like a
vision
All of a sudden he don't like the way
he been livin'
And wanna be forgiven
How I know? Cuz I'm right there wit'
him
Yo, yo
[Hook: The Beatles sample (Michelle
Williams)]
All the lonely people, where do they
all come from?
(oh)
All the lonely people, where do they
all belong? (oh)
I look at all the lonely people (I look at
all the
lonely people)
I look at all the lonely people (oh I
look at all)
[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]
Tattoos tell 'em who you are
Plastics which you recruited tie the
guy
Uh, lasers to remove the scar
And then you are, you a supastar,
supastar
It's your birthday and you in the club
Talkin' "Holla back" and "Nigga
what"
So much cleavage and asscrack
If pussy were a stock it would
plummet on the Nasdaq
Blank stares like nobody care
In a room so exclusive nobody there
But really, truth is that nobody there
Cuz it's feelings inside that nobody
share
I want God to smile on me
But see, fame is a drug and you wild
on E
Celebrities take a ??? like Christmas
trees
Got complex like they want a
Christmas Eve
Sing a song to yourself and you stand
alone
Get nominated for a gold gramophone
Walk the red carpet, left your man at
home
Security snatchin' people camera
phones
You got rose gold yellow bottles, pink
Cashmere
So ahead of the trend, that's so last
year
Last month, last day, last hour, last
minute
Your pursuit of crew is so passionate
??? the cash in it, laugh in his face
If it's def or anybody who don't stay in
his place
So popular can't go no where, folks
stoppin' ya
Might want to check a thermometer
When you go to a movie heat rises
Surrounded by people still lonely,
that's why you need disguises
Probably
[Hook: The Beatles sample (Michelle
Williams)]
All the lonely people, where do they
all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they
all belong?
I look at all the lonely people (I look at
all the
lonely people)
I look at all the lonely people (yeah)
{*Michelle Williams harmonizes with
the beat*}
[Hook: The Beatles sample (Michelle
Williams)]
All the lonely people, where do they
all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they
all belong?
I look at all the lonely people
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