[Intro] I found some good in something I thought only could be bad I took a chance, and figured out some things I shouldn't have I'm glad I waited on it I'm glad the feeling faded I'm glad I saw myself experience what's real and fake I always took the time, but never cared enough I never pulled alarms; was never scared enough I'm still a cynic but I finally see some sunny days And I'mma use 'em 'til my life is feeling Major League
[Verse 1] BANG - they're shootin' down my dreams Been grippin' on this cup so much you'd think I'm sippin that lean But no. Even though I was trippin' scrapin' up knees - - I got right back on that mic, and let that pain do all that it needs Cause I needed that, yellow light, red light. Fuck yieldin'. Walkin' home with that wasted gift. Slow homeruns - Cecil Fielder I made it home with that latch key. Dead bolts can't match me I'm Usain with that who's sane. Like nascar my tracks meet I'm Pro-tools on this cat walk. They're broken ankles, and back talk Fuck that! I'm Thaddeus. Stay young on the boards, and the asphalt I make it thunder, and bring the heat Don't make it rain, but I make 'em leak You catch my drift as they wet their beak And those birds are blessed with that Need to freak - and I hope it's me So I puff my chest like an alpha male - in a beta test I'm a peacock. I make that beat rock They reminisce, and they see how smooth like Pete Rock
[Hook] We lose our minds for a minute, get 'em back, then repeat Fightin' off emotions cause we think they make us weak Chemically imbalanced ain't a challenge; it's a treat So I'm mixing up the medicine, and chopping fucking beats I've been baling up the HEYYYY. Now I'm looking for a HOE Not derogatory got some garden seeds I got to sow ...Green thumbs so I'm rolling with some PETA chicks Soybean dreams - get the vegans some more Pita chips
[Verse 2] I'm with that two tone rep. Off that tight two step I don't give a fuck. The diagnoses process needs breadth Myopic with your approach. Bionic is how I broach - - every subject that needs touching. We're fucking the overcoats I am Maniac Magee. Deep breaths is all need to get me back to square one Take one. Share three. Who cares? Live life, breath death, [and] share tunes Cause the same short sighted ones are 'bout to care soon They can pull upon our strings, like a loom built for chaos But this cult is not a classic, and they asking for a seance We are soft. We are hard. We are bound to the stars I look up in the sky, and I see a sea of different gods Choose one, choose none, choose several different levels I am off my rocker knocking for blockers to stop Geppetto Dependent upon your station, nations may treat you gracious I'm deckard, but I'm infected. For Rachael I'll be a patient
[Hook]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
