C-ya
by:
Turbo A.c.'s
Private eyes, and investigators
Blind-sided, by all the haters
It´s all a blur but it´s really quite clear
I´ve gotta get the hell outta here
See ya, I see ya later
I can see right, right through you
Here´s no doubt, and no discrepancy
It doesn´t take, mental telepathy
Like thieves in the night,
Through infrared beams
To understand you´ve gotta look carefully
See ya, I see ya later
I can see right, right through you
I see right through it all, oh so easily
Don´t gotta cross the desert to find the prophecy
See ya, I see ya later
