[Hook]
I came on my own two feet
I left with the gasoline
Walk back to my breakdown
It came like a pa**ing breeze
Never know where it's taking me
Patience, push that function
Just ain't working now
But I'll work it out
I'll work it out
[Verse 1: P.O.S.]
Find me up with the art
In the back of the building
Installation creates the spaces I'm filling
Still as dust, sculpted to beauty
Sore dead, catch em zone at the ceiling
They better off cause my corona burn they retina
Warn with lecture so of course they all ignored it
They toss the board, pieces on the floor
Games blown like so many tops
Cool, calm, collect two hundred more, ride til last stop
Lose the key, choose to sleep instead of waking up with me
Up to me, chosen few
Chose to be over you
Greener green, better view
Pick a beat, spit it true
Choke it down, cough it up
Are we on that next or what
Is we up to healthy sh** or nah, pro'lly better off
Up with art on the side of the building
Inspiration creates the race that I'm winning
We livin and breathin in dust
Yeah, they livin in it and they keepin it shut
I'm bout to live it up or live for what
[Verse 2]
[Dessa]
On and on
Mind yourself -- the water's deep
Close to dawn
Now's the time we earn our keep
Rifle sleeping in my hand
Enough dynamite to blow the dam
So catch me if you
Catch me if you
Catch me if you can
[Cecil]
Picking up the bottle when the water's coming over me
Giving up the father when he's done with the sword in the stone
Boarded-up homes, cord in the phone, no dial tone
Caller unknown, I'm falling to you, dry and alone
With no sign of the wall
I got this stone in my hands
So catch me
Catch me
Catch me if you can
[Sims]
The setup was a stunner
Never saw the gunner coming
Spent that summer in the gutter
Look at that, it got me by the numbers
Whole city got me out of line
Busy bodies, idle minds
Left me with a novel look, I title mine
"How to Look Like You're Not Shook and Still Look Like a Rolling Dice
Cooler Than the Polar but Colder Nights"
Goddamn that couldn't hold up
Stay calm, foot on
Napalm, rev up
Get gone, red line, hang on, time up
[Mike]
Function friction, fix sh**, break it
Pump that fiction, nothing's sacred
Aces wild but faces flush in
Pace and style, no baseless punches
I came with the dying breed, never knew we had to bleed
City kids don't love that, mini brute tough act
Stunt what? All that, bump up all we got is ours now plus yours, jump back!