[Intro] These days I'm so focused Fast life, slow motion These, these days I'm so focused These days I'm so focused Fast life, slow motion
[Hook: Ab Soul & Nikki Jean] Or maybe I'm just a dreamer And life is but a dream And I would never leave her But I bet she can't wait to get rid of me And I be all night, no sleep, real talk Go hard until the AM You can have my shine, I give you my light Opportunities you take them And you can take your time on your own time I be at the finish line waiting Cause some people chase the world Other people let the world chase them, yo
[Bridge: Ab Soul x4] We run, we run, we run the world (Get high) We run, we run, we run this world (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Ab-Soul] Yeah, can you hear it? I spread love, can you feel it in your spirit? When doves cry shit get serious You feel like a prince in a pharaoh's pyramid Scheme turned dream turned nightmare on Elm Street Ye ain't got your heart in the right place How the hell you plan to stay on beat, on beat? Yeah, I put that on me I got a gun and a good book, leave all your homies holy, moly Black sheep, no miss Bo Peep Motherfuck police ‘til they release all of my OG’s You could lean on me ‘til you Morgan Free You don’t need no sleep
[Hook] + [Bridge]
[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] Can’t spell Illuminati without Lu can’t spell Lu without “u” Can’t spill blood without blue now ask yourself what is what I do Let you put that together without glue without screw, fast life Built a time machine in my past life, a horror story about as long as Fukushima half-life And mostly I’ll be ghost, and to talk about it have to rhyme into a flashlight Now that’s a long way from blackface track that they using for your rat race Connected to a cat face, you can ask them pussies how a lap taste Maybe like cookies to a monster Running miles to the mouths of meows coming out (high plane try not to be bomber)
[Interlude: Nikki Jean] Full speed ahead, full speed ahead To allow no limits, there are no limits No limits allowed, no limits exist Cause maybe, cause maybe There are no limits
[Bridge] + [Hook]
[Outro: Ab-Soul] Go, go, uh Yeah, no roof on the jeep with a big old chain Niggas left for the sniff and came back for the base You could tell he was tripping by the look on his face No new jacks in my city Aye, I’m feeling like G money, money, money Yeah, uh, I’m feeling like G money, money, money Yeah, no new jacks in my city Bitch, I’m G money, money, moneyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
