Built To Write - Peace Of Pi lyrics

[Intro] [Hook: Face Valyou] So keep doing your thing. We'll be doing the same Or something different, I'm cool with a change There's nothing to it. Fluid as rain It's a peace of pi, no need to explain Let me hit you with game. Keep doing your thing My fellas are kings. My ladies are queens We're making the scene. Some say it's the genes If there's a jump-off, I got music to bring [Verse 1: Inqwesson] I was ihrie and Marley jammin', drunk at the party dancin' I rubbed up on her, didn't say sh** like Charlie Chaplin Could be a fan of Elvis, the way she worked her pelvis We got retarded with it. Probably should've worn a helmet Now she's cool with the fellas, but she a'int over-zealous We got together, to hell if it made them b**hes jealous She's pulling on my t-shirt. I'm pulling on that reefer We got our feet up on the speakers. Put her onto Nina No tracks and needles, but cut her off at sobriety I don't want a dependent. So dope, she can rely on me Trying to get lifted and kick it as high as me The skies are the limit but I'm limitless, flying free Alright, if doing her thing's wrong, it feels right She got a real tight frame and brains that build twice She watch the show, check the flow, said the sk**'s nice Then dropped it low, I got frozen like still-life [Hook] [Verse 2: Face Valyou] I feel the vibe like a silent movie. She's kind of a cutie Trying to seduce me. I'm a pirate for giant booty Her smile's a doozy, my style's exclusi' It was a 'bute of a Tuesday, diamonds in the sky with Lucy After work at the pool, keep it cool as a coozie Hit a barbeque. Dance, some Funyuns and Fugees We had some private duty. Chilling getting more familiar I've got a foreign pilsner, she's got a gla** of Pinot Sipping DeWarr's Silver, and relax your ego With the cla** of a jazz trio, or Al Pacino Shorty's jalapeno. We got wild as juvies Her show's on NatGeo. It's always sunny like DeVito Knows the deal. No interest in dummies She's down to get funky, plus holds her liquor lovely We did our thing, it was a peace of pi When it clicks you won't even need to try [Hook] [Verse 3: Doc Science] She was Brittney and Lindsay wil'n. Our own private island We're chilling out, you know I'm partial to that warmer climate I'm here to paint the town. The way that she get down I had a feeling she had lineage from James Brown A certified dime, Jack of all trades My Queen of the night yo, with Don King game Got an Ace up her sleeve, so combined, we're straight She cooks well. Paula Dean, with Chinese taste I breathe the ocean air, laid back, lounge chair James Dean, black frame, shorty had the same pair Feeling debonair, care-free, playing Fred Astaire On the balcony her derriere shakes to the snare Like a tambourine, same as hair Mean magazine pose, she got that Maybeline stare Hold the line back like she playing for the Bears But never mind that, yo, her elegance is rare [Hook] [Outro]