Lyrics D.A.I.S.Y. Age - De La Soul

(Woah. Stay, stay, stay)
(Daisy! Daisy!)
(I love daisies, I love daisies
I love pushing up your favorite daisies)
(Daisy!)
(This is Posdnuos, a president of a paragraph)

Paragraph
President
President preaching 'bout the on-tech
Known for the new step
Stop and take a bow

Amityville
Resident
Resident supported by the speaker view
Want to feel it in your shoe
Let me show you how

Platform
Witnesses
Witnesses, show you to my show-lab
Fill you with my vocab
Hope you have a spoon

Discuss
Contracts
You like the way I vocalize
And bring it to a compromise
My P.A. won't set up till noon
It's a D.A.I.S.Y. age

Sun
Ceiling
Ceiling connects to the sun
Burning inside everyone
On a side, plug-a-fied sire

One
Million
Demonstrations have been heard
My hair burns when I'm referred
Kid shouts, "my roof is on fire"

Go
Dancing
Dancing like a bandit
Psychics try to stand it
Keep it up until they burn a cell

Ro-mancing
Romancing dialect in shows
Posdnuos creating flow
You say you didn't know
Oh well, it's a D.A.I.S.Y. age

Pedal
Promenade
Promenade people to the providence
Dove will show dominance
Inside of every phrase

Rebel
Renegade
Renegade reaching only topflight
Can't find your new height
Think you need a raise

Dialect
Ultimate
Ultimate string from the Soul stuff
Copies always staying rough
Before they go to plate

Try a pack
It'll stick
Stick to you but won't deflate
Keepin' all the levels straight
I tell you, mate, that we're top rate
Cause it's a D.A.I.S.Y. age

The speak
Motor
Motor is the heart beat
Sleeping in your car seat
Kept alive to every mile discovered

Complete
Quota
Quota sharp at 12 noon
Risen to a new tune
Positive is greater than the others

Image
Mirror
Mirror image don't contend
Vocals should be comprehended
Silver audience'll say what's said

Scrimmage
Nearer
Nearer to the goal line
Forget about the rose vine
The Soul will let you know it's time
And it's a D.A.I.S.Y. age

(La la la, lah)
(This is a D.A.I.S.Y. age)
(La la la, la-lah)
(This is a D.A.I.S.Y. age)
(La la la, lah)
(This is a D.A.I.S.Y. age)
(La la la, la-lah)
(This is a D.A.I.S.Y. age)
(This is a D.A.I.S.Y. age)
(This is a D.A.I.S.Y. age)
(This is a D.A.I.S.Y. age)

(Sing about, sing about the D.A.I.S.Y. age)
(Let it rain, let it rain, rain on a D.A.I.S.Y.)
(Rain on, rain on)

Now we're at the end of the show, contestants do we have any answers?
Nah not really, mama
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Don tell them where to send the answers to
Thanks Al
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You will receive our specially selected grand prize,
Thanks and goodnight
For Three Feet High and Rising
This is Don Newkirk