Lyrics:
I be 'bout my business like I'm in a suit and tie
But when I'm by myself I roll it up and blaze that fire
I'm blessed and I ain't never stressed
I remember my Dad saying with regret
Every time we climbed back up the Burlington Bay Skyway
Headed back to the Hammer from Muskokan waters
and night
Selling ganja, Living by the corner
Trynna add up they commas
Cause it's Friday they might
Shoot up ya Honda
Shoot up the block
And rob your
it's over with)
Get up off your ass, stand by the door
You lazy in the trap (you really ain't sellin' shit)
I know I'ma make it out, but lately
I
If there's a god, god bless the boys who pull me up from the lows
Praise Howlin' Wolf, Dylan
Praise Little Feat and Morrison
When my obsessions
(Kim Carnes/Dave Ellingson)
I could retire on a Caterpillar tire
Somewhere on a river in the great US
The world slidin' by
Every day is July
Just
that's the time we got to stop being lazy
We got to stand, stand up for what's right
We got to separate the darkness from the light
Uh,life ain't
it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in the trunk
Jimi wit the semi
Poetic on wax
Relax
Just let it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in
And "jiggaboo" and "spearchucker"
And ugly real ugly
By the local White folks
And the local Negroes too
Just because she was born tobacco brown like James Brown
Ma
Virginia
I'm homesick for the old James River
I'm homesick for the life I had
Even though my life has gotten bigger
I miss the friends I used to see
When I
of our most immaculate tour guides take us all through the ghetto,
My nigga' Rick James
When I was a young boy, growin' up in the ghetto
Hanging out
of our most immaculate tour guides take us all through the ghetto,
My nigga' Rick James
When I was a young boy, growin' up in the ghetto
Hanging out
lazy bro
Shot up in the glass sipping hard got me lazy bro
Shot up in the back laid him down damn you lazy bro
I could never walk a nigga down I'm too
steady running my cash up
And if it's a go I tell my niggas load up them choppers and go put that mask up
Steady running from 12 jumping the fence by
I'm driving a big lazy car rushin' up the highway in the dark
I got one hand steady on the wheel and one hand's tremblin' over my heart
It's
meetings
Pretend that they're part of the great scheme
They laugh at fate
Courting death like they
Were all James Dean
Me, I'm hanging out here
With my
got me feelin cursed
I used to bring her to the trap
I guess you live and learn
Cause now we broken up
She callin on my line for the sack
I'm like nah
brought me thought me up to
haunt you taunt you till you learned that
this is the point of no return
no more deals and no pretence
this is the point of no
toast
I'm gonna fly continental, shoes presidential
Acres Homes credentials, but my house is residential
I done swung river oats, the palace up in Dallas
Look, if you had, one shot
To sit on your lazy butt, and watch all the TV you ever wanted
Until your brain turned to mush, would you go for it
I see your face by the water
I see your face by the river
I'm singing all the songs by the side of the river now
I just wanna tell you what I feel in
Kiss the flow
You can't fight the river
Release control
The ocean's much bigger
I'm water, bruh
Lap it up
Flow so real I'm splashing out the cup
and demand; I'm The man to supply! Y'all like who came with this guy
Hell if I told you about how I'm surrounded
By potential it's essential drop everybody that
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