Because we can all cheese, and we can all wild And when you see Davis, tell him I'm Miles Cuz' we can play cool, and we can play loud And even if you're geeked up leaning stay down Cuz' we live on that Ground, ground, we stay down Even in the clouds you know we stay down Yeah we gon' trip, trip, yeah we gon' clown But when you need back up, you know who's down
We be standing up tall for balloons and parades The shoulders of giants pursuits and persuasions The long path of the greats wasn't paved But we loyal to the soil that we moved for the graves And we digging in- yeah we down for the cause And the calls from the friends who were down from before We step back looking at the messed that we caused Hoping that they know you'll be down when it's on As the plot thickens... that timepiece glistens As it mocks every glance like a chance went missing That milkbox mission with that milquetoast motherfucker He prolly trippin' over grace at his last supper The stammer the stutter we Geoffrey Rush We index cards as we work that clutch We carpe diem but it's never enough Little Caesars runnin' wild who delivers the trust Everybody to the totem pole, and draw straws They all the same length so toast and don't stall New past, new future, sutures don't fail us Trust tree strength deep roots and no ailments Flailing arms and careless days behind us Forward steps the next we let define us Let the trumpets blare and live it up Cuz' you know we always down and we never givin' up
Down like electric grids after the storm hits Down like investments is in all our school kids Down like your brain cell count after the cool whips Down for the dumb shit- even, though it's foolish Tryna find a bottle with a bottom get a message out Taking off the blinders, ray charles do the mess around - pink slime for the mind get a better cow We can ground beef cuz' that peace got a better sound But I ain't trippin' like a hippie sippin' cough surp I'm just sick of seeing cellars with the mossberg Half cocked, unlocked, better knock first Second amendments just get a second til we bratwurst Complicated handshakes for the mock birds Mimicked by the cynics keep it simple til' we drop a verse Dense enough to put a lil' dent inside of momma earth But we ain't tryna hurt, we got alot of work I'm tryna fill a void, I'm tryna plug a gap And I ain't talkin' bout some graphic tee's or chino slacks So let em' lean on that, just like the mannequin A friendly face someone that they can share the panic with So take a deep breath, and let it all out That new soul is something they could never call out We all down like a bank full of stick up kids Chicken nugget luggage sweet n' sour through the bitternessTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
