LAWS - Flashback lyrics

[Verse 1: Laws] I'm writing my album in Atlanta Just finished tearing a house down in Tampa These newscasters saying my dirty laundry filling up hampers I keep filling up stangers with feelings of satisfaction and anticipation Like every Laws man, can't keep ‘em waiting But in the meanwhile, I just touched down like a pedophile Too soon? I think not, this is so much more than hip-hop This is my big shot, yeah, know this is I ain't a show business but you better show some… Spinning lime backwards when the wifey here And she my hypest critic, I really want her to like my lyrics I know I might lose if my range is broad But I did it last time, it got me this far And the past wasn't living to the fullest, life set me free like a bullet No Cobain, my style is so propane, so I'm going for the Grammy I'm going for the Pullitzer, might as well throw me the noble I'm still swinging, I ain't hear no bell, I'm so ill But I have no patience, waiting is aggravating I'm trying to have them saying… [Hook] This is like a flashback, this is like a dream This is like all the things you can take inside a memory This is like a flashback, this is like a dream This is like all the things you can take inside a memory This is like a flashback [Verse 2: Laws] I'm writing my memoirs in Cairo by the pyramids Life is like a slideshow, back home, more clowns than a sideshow I'm trying to do this for my mother like psycho They ask me if I'm ever quitting on the mic though I tell ‘em yes, then I tell ‘em sike, no Too many people still confusing me with my clones So until my record spinning like a cyclone I'mma go with kai flows, no mercy, walking the green mile, no Percy I'm at my late spot, they trying to irk me I'm saying this is a celebration, Charlie Murphy And if you look like you lame, I got a bodyguard that look like Blade I'm walking past the hate, hating is aggravating I'm trying to have them saying… [Hook] [Verse 3: Laws] I don't care if I'm keeping it real to you and I I'm keeping it real to someone so if you digging up my vibe Then I'm 2Pac, I'm true to me so what more could you want from… A rapper in this modern age, don't let me be the special one that got away My flow is crack n***a, fiend, put the rock away Not one to fold, that is a rule I can not obey Because I'm hot today, don't care if tomorrow is a blizzard With thirty inches, I'm chilling ‘cause I got my sleigh I over prepare, I'm putting on a show even if no one is there Janitor folding up chairs and he bobbing his head And I'm giving him daps, all I got is my life story and I'm giving him that I got his hands raising like a pastor praying I'm trying to have them saying… [Hook]