Songtexte:
Earth Wind Fire Good Time

Maurice White, Robert Brookings & Sly Stone It?s the kind of a nite U?could use a friend You feeling a loss And you need a win A perfect eleven Between

Maurice White, Robert Brookings & Sly Stone It?s the kind of a nite U?could use a friend You feeling a loss And you need a win A perfect eleven Between

Maurice White, Robert Brookings & Sly Stone It?s the kind of a nite U?could use a friend You feeling a loss And you need a win A perfect eleven Between

dunes dust of the bones Swallow the trace of creatures left behind Gods of the fire fall from the sky reaped all the fruit and plagued earth dry Distant

Wanting you, and watching every move Turns me all over Like a first time lover's woo My heart's, your heart, And every time you hit that door There's

you lose control it's evil yea yea yea (Chorus) (Bridge) Can't you see that your way Is going nowhere fast And your time is just running out Fighting fire with fire

the night I need your touch, touch, In the morning light Why don't we touch, touch Now the feeling's right Our bodies become one We've waited such a long time

Com Is like that of a ocean, devotion 'cause I'm The Earth, Wind, and Fire of hip hop By Rakim and Short I been inspired My shit knocks environ---ments of cats wit seventeen's tint, time

Remember, never say never because it never comes true Your thoughts, they seem so convincing for instance You told me that you're a level higher liar Element of desire, earth and the wind and the fire