We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids. Them they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids. Us floor rush when the DJ's booming classics. You, dig the crew on the fattest hip-hop records.
There's a crack in the stack when you find that you're on your own. Raising stakes in the race, selling out so you don't get sold. Something for nothing hasn't been left for me.
And the sparks are stacked. For a southern girl. She raised her popcorn bag. To the blue suede world. Should I take you back? Should I stay? Let's just wave.
Tell her this. I don't like the kiss. I know that it's something I'll miss. Tell her that. I'll never be raid. As long as she'll be there to wait for me.
When the sky is dark enough. You can see her glowing like an angel does. She comes and goes with the flow. She comes and goes without a worry in the world.
I'm blue mood yall, I slive with jiva yall. I'm actually deep yall, invented time yall. In ten fourths yall, I pay your cap yall. I player late yall and draw down to.
She's burning out on apathy. Unsure of where she wants to be. If she could change the world I think she'd rather sleep. 18 and feeling out of place. .
It was 8:49 on a beautiful 9th day of July. There was not a cloud to speak of. So the orange sun hung lonely in the sky. I lay prone in my catboat home.
Stand up and put some weight in your backbone. Stuck in the middle of an emotional overload. Your feeling lost in a breakdown. Driving in circles till you never gain control.
Thought I'd finished my hard times. Thought I'd seen the end. Then I met your heart. Now, everything just deepens. . You've seen my face, full of hard-living.
[Butterfly]. Yo, everybody's goin retro, right?. And I was thinkin... if the 60's and 70's were now,. Isaac Hayes woulda have his own 900 number.. . [Mecca].
[Verse 1]. (oh, oh, ooh, ooh X2). Yours was the perfect love; I swear it was. Until I had your love, my world was cold. I did what most men do and I messed it up.
My life is fading. Sick and tired of wasting time. And my back is breaking. Underneath all this lies. . This feels like second best I'm trapped in false content.
Tell the kids today, I'm not afraid. I got a hand full of dust. And a mouth full of pain. Want out. We all want out. (repeat 2x). Made some bad mistakes.
We jettin, we jettin, we jettin uptown. We jettin, we jettin, we jettin downtown. We jettin, we jettin, we jettin crosstown. We jettin, we jettin, we jettin, we jettin.
Tell the kids today, I'm not afraid. I got a hand full of dust. And a mouth full of pain. . Want out.... We all want out [2x]. . Made some bad mistakes.
The ticky ticky buzz the sun winks the sky. I fumble through my fuzz and buzz Mr. I. Tell him scoop the beats in the flying saucer kit. Meet me at the port with the nickel bags and shit.
This one is the one that I envy. Take a look in his eyes and. You'll see the sea. . We were young, having fun. Till you broke down. Holding on by a thread dangling face down.
Go out into the field and rap to these people. . I got the concrete under my feet. I got shotty right next to my body. I got the hood notes so street get your float on.