Historia lyrics - Wyclef Jean

 Like a good book we got so much History, History

You’re my Queen and I’m your King of Kings, King of Kings

Horse & Carriage or a Limousine, Limousine

But I know you’re tired of the same routine, same routine


So baby hold my hand, we’re gonna walk on water, yeah

So baby hold my hand, we’re gonna walk on water

She said well why do I feel like I’m drowning then


[CHORUS]

Historia, this is the story of my life I ask myself where we will end up

Just remember who we are

And if tomorrows just like any other lest we find our way

Historia

o-o-sama o-o-osama

o-o-sama lest we find our way back to love

o-o-sama o-o-osama Summer don’t feel like it unless we find our way


I see her eyes to the pyramids,

She got that Cleopatra swagger an I’m diggin it.

She make me feel like I could conquer Rome in one night

And if I die she said well God will bring me back to life


She told me hold my hand, we’re gonna walk on water, yeah

She told me hold my hand, we’re gonna walk on water

Well why do I feel like I’m drowning then?


[CHORUS]

Historia, this is the story of my life I ask myself where we will end up

Just remember who we are

And if tomorrows like any other lest we find our way

Historia

o-osama o-o-osama

o-o-sama lest we find our way back to love

o-osama o-o-osama Summer don’t feel like it unless we find our way


Man, my Nula, she came from Jeremy the city of poets

But I met her by the bus stop and I knew

She went to Vanceburg High four years before her due, yeah

Gotta have her, this kind of feels like the movie Casablanca

Now we in (Esoree), doing the Zumba

Doing the conga, can’t stop


Historia, this is the story of my life I ask myself where we will end up

Just remember who we are

And if tomorrows like any other lest we find our way

Historia

o-o-sama, o-o-osama

o-o-sama lest we find our way back to love

o-o-sama, o-o-osama Summer don’t feel like it unless we find our way

Historia

o-osama, o-o-osama

o-o-sama lest we find our way back to love

o-o-sama, o-o-osama Summer don’t feel like it unless we find our way back to love


I guess we’ll find our way back to love again.

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