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[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 SongtexteIntellectual 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 Aus Songtexte Mania