Skewby - Authentic lyrics

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Skewby - Authentic lyrics

[Intro] This is all I know huh I don't feel like making pop sh** I just feel like making Pac sh** Real music 9th Wonder [Verse 1] Two weeks, three family members gone Life short, God ain't proving it wrong It ain't about me moving but moving on It ain't about me losing you being gone Got me reminiscing 'bout when the cash came slow Tripping out, damn I wanna hear your laugh once more I don't even gotta text 'em L-M-A-O Never F-M-L cause I love my role, hold up I never been the type to go and fold up Just take a Dilla beat and go donuts Play a beat from 9th Wonder, watch my soul show up Play doctor like a d**h Row cut And repair whatever's broken in my heart I'm living through my decent remarks While my brothers blow trees like the scenery in parks But what we have in common is the greenery It sparks the imagination You twist it up, I invest and save it Over time, I built an ATM for inspiration And stopped searching for perfect when I found amazing I wonder if the crowd knows that I'm escaping Since these are feelings I can't bring up in a conversation Oh ya da ya, you study, you party hard Don't like the body you live in, you fill it with alcohol Copped them Rodeo clothes, tonight you taking 'em off But I can relate to that, I stay revealing it all [Hook] Girl, can you stay for a minute I know you wanna live life to forget it Empty your heart, fill it up with an image But for once, can I keep it authentic? Can I keep it authentic? One time, can I keep it authentic? That's all I wanna know One me so that's all that I can show [Verse 2] I be chilling by myself, switching lanes from the rumors Either he insane or got a brain full of [tumors?] Never been full of myself, call me foolish But that humble pie keep my skin clear, can't lose it Got a lot up on the line, that's not a drug reference I keep it cool but where I'm from they got a thug preference Can't leave without the bait, I say I'm from Memphis They say "Oh First 48?" Y'all tripping Catch me later in my dolo - my thinking cap is Polo My sneakers the same ones my mama told me no for Remember that pocket change mane I let it grow bro Shoe box fertilizer with the Nike logo, it's on the low though Thinking how should I put on for the people I know Trying to fit a thousand words up in every photo So they remember me right Often I pa** on the liquor to remember the nights Wake up, reminisce, last show, first kiss First child, I'mma tell him 'bout the Black presidents How they let us out of school when the Trade Center fell Show him a ca**ette so he ask what the hell I'mma tell him that's my heart and soul We stayed together 'til the day I met this microphone She let me get into the mids plus the high and lows But one thing she never said was "I gotta go" You gotta roll? [Hook]