Lyrics
Aye, aye
Yo, suppose I'll gather 'em and load my back, look for the cam
Won't flake, how could I? Don't correlate (won't flake, how could I?)
Spring hit, jiggy kick, giddy soldier, really loner (jiggy kick, giddy, giddy, giddy, giddy)
Lizzy Lodor rode the chrome, nifty zoned and hit the mic (nifty zoned and hit the mic)
Took flat, got stuck in like a splint
I'm squintin' out pages like Asha Pembigham
Rat like Samo, saying they faithful, cut the shack
Close eyein' the sign and the slammy is usually my God, right
Life pretty strange, screw your brain
Essie to the glow, thankful flow
Give me mobility like mom's side coat (give me mobility)
Vader and Chewie and I lightly skew 'em
Pass through the bits, munch on the bis and sunlight for contrast
We don't belong in the past
1-3-6 cut through the whole shit, born and raised in that
Used to wear Rod and Max's for bands
Used to be hung up on fittin' in, sittin' in detention
Or observin' from day like my ma say
Feet dangle off the roof in my G backyard
Think we need more bread in the diet, I lied
Spliff and a knee jerk response to the beauty of life
Do me or solid, be fluid, crew just slip through it
Belly cuts, belly made of us, raked and changed shit up major
Still a young man, clumsy, fuckin' around, holistic ritual
Crystallize emotion with acrylic drizzle
World rent digital, traditional is inconvenient
Apparently you ain't original, don't chat to me, chill
I stay transparent like the old school
Line, line, blind minds out of Louis, line down, destroy front footin'
Escort arrogance to Baron and welcome Paramount
Love is second to none
How 'bout that? How 'bout that?
How 'bout that? How 'bout that?
How 'bout around back? Wanna act bad? Don't tell me
How 'bout you keep the door shut? How 'bout it?
How 'bout it? How 'bout it?
How 'bout around back? Wanna act bad? Don't tell me
How 'bout you keep the door shut? How 'bout it?