Lyrics:
Yeah, straight up
God thank you for waking me up this morning
God thank you for blessing me with such abundance, the prosperous rain keeps pouring
be great
You can't chat shit on my name
Database is in a shock
Built from the ground up
Tower on my block
Always been different
So I stood out from
to the ground
All around the globe
Travel far and wide
Playin side by side
With that side by side sound
Just finished up with the fans
Another job done right
to the ground
All around the globe
Travel far and wide
Playin side by side
With that side by side sound
Just finished up with the fans
Another job done right
No
of a collective fool
But there's no turning back now
No turning back now
No turning back now
I hope these parachutes open
Before we reach
The ground
(panting)
have the fire and the cross
don't save your soul it's sour loss
collective soul, collective well
The new wine is dying on the vine
how much must you age
the bed together myself
I loaded up all my equipment, and the first beat I made was, uh, "Heart of the City"
And Beans was still working on his album
on uneven ground
If the power of collective will can turn the situation around, think about it
With the proper artillery, anyone may witness the walls
another heart (to have and hold)
All I want is a friend I can talk to (soul to soul)
Oh soul to soul (soul to soul)
Like an album on a shelf
Tired
define me, if you do it's likely that soon you'll be sure to find that nothing's really up to you accept it, it's upto the collective, collectively we hold
(loved)
Standing by the window questioning if dad is ever going to show up (up)
Isn't something he's gon' have to worry about
Don't get it twisted, that
getting by
Workin fuckin fifty five
Now I have to compromise
For the money or the time
Got my TV watchin children
While Im out here on the grind
Its all
You ready to sell your soul? Hahaha
The rap game will fuck you up
I'm a disrupted nigga, you made me crazy
You shoulda slayed me as a baby
You ready to sell your soul? Hahaha
The rap game will fuck you up
I'm a disrupted nigga, you made me crazy
You shoulda slayed me as a baby
act
Or who witness it
Cannot help but believe that such confidence
Is real and justified they
Respond instinctively by backing up, by
Getting out
Downtown New York
Last floor, penthouse view
Still thinking I still want more
Oh y'all want more?
20 Track album ready, mixed, mastered, done, finished by
go for the crown
Trolled us in blackface
And paint us as clowns
Divide in the physical
Conquer the soul
Never-ending is the story that's told
Up
on an adventure through the making of
The album: Cherry Bomb take a seat
And relax
Yo, what up, it's Tyler
And I'm about to show y'all
What really went down when
I
For this track
When I was 'bout to take off
Nothing was on ground
But when you write bars
On flight mode
They gotta be way up (profound)
I know how it
"brothers"
You must abide
In this collective homicide
Wrapped in lies, cause anything flies
For a nation zombified
Go down in the history or in the ground
With
to the ground
Gotta holla' to my fellas who be hangin' by the
Bathroom door
Waitin' for the honeys dance in the dance floor
Push up and get the niggas y'all
They say it started in the East where the apple was
But out West we be throwing them apples up
They say them Fruit Town niggas gon' ride tonight
They
West
What up
How are you?
I'm awesome
I know you're doing a ton
Of interviews right now, this
Is the first time you've been to Amp radio
So I have
the middle of making these rules, I've forgotten what they're for
What a direction
What a splendid indiscretion here
Evidenced by this collective
They got
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