LYRICS
作词 : Wilbert Mays
作曲 : Timothy Love/Wilbert Mays
Cha
First come, first serve
Chose like a rose that rose up from the curve
She boutta lick a store with the minerals in her purse
Entangle you for looking, you took it, you just a nerd
We part of God's people, we done made it out the worst
Have you ever seen the springtime from my hearse?
My granny had stripes, she carried us out the curse
The details, when you reflect that shit kinda hurt
I'm mobbing [?], the range, I'm 'bout to burst
All the cocaine, it's strange habits we've learned
I'm numb to the spine, I'm fine, don't need to worry
Chose my path so crooked, that shit scurvy
Testify dotting my eyes but you ain't heard me
We was 19, goddamn that shit blurry
New dawn come sooner than later, I choose
I'm raised for a better view of the loss I grew
Buy a bag, flip it, resell it, I wish I knew
I'm boutta lick a store with 150, hit me with 2
But then I had a real threat that came at me, like real- like, listen bitch. I'mma just keep it a hundred with you, you got mad chips on your shoulder, y'know I'm saying, like you really need to check yourself and I had to accept that, y'know I'm saying, only a real friend- somebody that care about you is gonna tell you the real
Cha
Give the body some time to detox from the illness, stillness
Meet too gracefully, can we build from the emptiness?
Had to repurpose him to a point where I could finish him
Here, that's a nigga there in the mirror I appreciate
Value the circumstances we own 'em, they depreciate
What's on that jacket, a lot of treachery we imitate
Liquid they infinite like a scribble of the figure-eight
One
Cha, cha
Red banks Bourbon, diversion, black churches
Ceremonial [?] turban
The politics stash urban, type blacker than blue
Crush groove on a new moon landscape
Push through do you, truer to however
Heal my mouth, reasonable doubts
Providian south side, you ever made a toast at the river side
He was teary-eyed when he died, man go by sunset
The petrified glance of a gang sign
Yet we pocket watch channel 5 ditch
Disposable thumb, coco conundrum complex
My [?] complex syndrome, packages in [?]
Leaving all the [?] of it, the lush got enough of it
Eureka's alibi, tungsten flat-foot beat stomping
Rambunctious outfits [?]
More niggas ready to kill, cause the city offers up nothing
More death, dysfunction, cock sucking
Cotton-picking ass crackers and they [?] bluffing
New Memphis, rename every street to the name of the niggas you killed in lobbies to discredit
Re-edit, anesthetic
Jit [?] on a dawg needs tight-rope choking that bitch with more heat
I'm F-R-E-E freer than most G's who bleed on both knees
Self earned grace who's skills we don't need
Everything working, mister don't play with tools with no purpose
Cha