Keep Pushinn Lyrics - No York - Blu

(1: Blu) 

Yo. I scribbled, all out of line when I drew up a self-portrait 

Ran all out of space and found me in another orbit 

More importantly though, he wasn't late for the interview 

Kissed the interviewers hand, we weren't properly duced 

They danced through topics while skimming the truth 

Skinny dipping in each other's optical visions nude 

She threw the magazine, cause she said she knew the editor 

Chief rocker, not a competitor or a beat boxer 

Honored enough, she Peter Bradley'd with us. With her 

Drew Blake's tucked, cause she knew what was up 

I just drew blanks, blushed all the way to the bank 

Cashed a few bucks, got grub, filled up my tank 

I think she, prolly think I'm dopepretanatural 

Said I smoke with the judge, tried to feed her them apples 

Fuck classical, I listen to jazz-soul, R&B, riddim and blues 

Funk grooves, hard to tweak shit. Deep end thoughts 

I walked the streets bent. Contaminated speech be killin' then beat this 

Watch one prefix, restrict-a-remix, reach quick to keep shit 

Constipate release dates. R-S-D-L, Dual layer edition 

As soon as the scene breaks I sneak in the chicken 

Get em' Hamilton James shot, couldn't handle grim had to grin 

Nikon flashed again. Right on! Yo, this planet is hilarious right moms? 

Sike, wrong. Look like he drops bombs on a serious note 

He need a series, he's experienced folks. No inquiries though you should already know 

Hold the press, you got me long as I'm holding her dress 

When she move eye move, and it's just that fresh 

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(2: Blu) 

Sunset's taking me places I lay awake to see 

Painting dreams patiently patient; playing keys 

Singing off awfully, pardon me cough, coffee breath 

Caught me walking awkwardly arguing bout' my art and death 

"Marshall what's an artist with no arteries?", I often think 

Glad I left part of my heart carved in a leaf with ink 

Blink, sharpie my sheets, no debate. Second guessing was guessing a second second too late 

I said, "Wait, can they handle a candle with no mantle?" 

Light bull over head went dull; "What should he sample?" 

Pulled Ahmad Jamal, saw a lost number on the record sleeve 

Talked like Charles; checked to see if she would guess its me 

Caught off guard, all laughing all ecstatic. Asked her "Could we do lunch?" 

She said, "Yeah Gavin." Gavin? Who the fuck's Gavin? No more laughing, phone hung up 

Must've been the wrong number. Ion' know who that was. Cuz laughed at me 

Buzz bad, actually drunk, mad happy. Started dialing other folks, "Fuck it yo, act classy." 

Sat up straight, put a button upon. Even though it's 4: 20 we'll be fresh before dawn 

Used to want Ms. Daily even though I was young. Then we slept half the day as if nothing was wrong 

She said, "John what the fuck are you on? You look a mess." I said, "Same shit as you, and it's just that fresh." 

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