Tom Coyne - (Lately) I've Been Thinking lyrics

Intro: Common Yeah, one two, bless Yeah yeah, check it I got my mellow Sean Lett He gonna get down for y'all Chicago style Eighty-seven, you know the bidness, check it Chorus: Common, Sean Lett After eight years of my life, of smoking and drinking The world keeps spinning, so lately I've been thinking After eight years of my life, of smoking and drinking The world keeps spinning, so lately I've been thinking Verse One: Common Nearest to the go gothic, a cash flow prophet Methods of gettin scratch and talkin slick I've adopted Palms in the lock with stunts whose hearts be game Hoes in the stable, none do I claim n***as with nothin to shoot for, at they only aim Gramps in the choir singin it's gonna rain In the midst of precipitation, I make the power Manipulations, so my offspring'll be straight for generations Got connections in the nation To incarceration, to general population More lyrics than Jason, look me in the face when you speak to me You got a tattoo? b**h youse a freak to me Seeking the, good sess material Asking when's my next video b**h get a job and get your a** in somebody's university Enroll your youngun in a nursery And cleam him up, comb his hair, cover yourself You want a man to love you you ain't loving yourself I'm discovering wealth watches wisdom in ways To make it in the last days, now bring it on Chorus Verse Two: Sean Lett I feel blessed I survived two decades in this world Then Ninety slid in naked now I got a baby girl Ain't this a b**h, myself still a child I want to hang on eighty-seven corners act wild on Stoney Isle Better school her, so presence is your seed in society Parks of envy jealous n***as crack fiends yes indeed I won't misleed and you can best believe I'm just a blink away shorty anytime that you need See I know right now, you're just too young to understand Asking questions, why pops and moms don't be holding hands Don't you worry about it yet, in due time we'll explain Why having you, created just an everlasting shame Bringing joy witcha smiles, tripping when you first walked Knowing somebody's child is gettin outlined in chalk Just relieved it ain't you, I got much love for you boo Cause it ain't nuthin that these skanless n***as in these streets won't do Stop me if I'm lying, see my race is steady dying Short methods to making cream, bullets sprays and shatters dreams See basically, Chi-town's game-related and designed n***as store up theirs and down opposite signs Chorus Outro: Sean Lett, Common It's like that y'all (yeah yeah) Common Sense and dirty mizer on the set y'all Sean Lett We gonna get down like that My man Eddie C on the board We coming through y'all for eighty-seventh street Seventy-first and everybody in South show We coming through for n***as on the West side Down in the ickies, all up and down state We gonna keep it straight like that We straight out for gold You call it Chi-town it's still our town Holding it down like this with that eighty-seven sound We talking about rocking n***as state to state nationwide On the real it's like that Straight up South side is where we loaf sh** be real around these parts, I'm serious YouknowhatI'msayin? Hear me You know what? We out though