[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
Plastic Surgery coup d`etat the God
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 decorated like Christmas trees
God 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
Doin for 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
