Gaadi of Truth (feat. Stewart Copeland)

Drive, drive, drive this way.

Throw a hand up, shay shay.

Drive, drive, drive this way.

Throw a hand up, shay shay.

Gaadi of truth, that's how it goes.

Gaadi of truth, don't presuppose.

Gaadi of truth, that's how it goes.

Gaadi of truth, don't presuppose.

Horn please

Horn please

Horn please

Horn please

Hey. We doing 80 down I-95.

We had to make this gig dead or alive.

Pulled off from BK. The schedule was mad behind.

I was late, but I know situation's hurry up and wait. So...

We bumped the radio our brains are scattered.

Conversation starts smalltalk, no chit-chat it doesn't matter.

This band of brothers comes from multiple backgrounds

Red Baraat, big city, small town, worldwide, insane sounds.

We feel a lot of love and see it on your faces.

The show was great.

Because you look ethnic.

Ah man again.

What are you anyway? Where you from? I mean, where are you parents from?

Horn please

Horn please

Horn please

Horn please

Gaadi of truth, that's how it goes.

Gaadi of truth, don't presuppose.

Gaadi of truth, that's how it goes.

Gaadi of truth, don't presuppose.