Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yay
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-waking up with a song on her heart (Heart)
To make it clear, I think that we should take it to the start (Take it to the start)
Walked past an old man laying in the park
He was talking to himself, but he was saying something sharp
She found herself drawn to the vibe of his remarks
The resonations called her like blood to a shark
But as she got closer, she felt something dark
Knew she made a mistake, but before she could depart
He reached up and grabbed her, sent her pulse off the charts
Said "Everything you do will now be in another art"
Then vanished like Superman abandoning the planet
But this was similar to finding land in the Atlantic on the low
But she didn't really know (She didn't really know)
What's she gonna do? (What's she gonna do?)
And everywhere she go (Everything she felt)
(Yeah, yeah)
I got what you got and these are the song way (Uh, uh)
I know the things, evidence has its own ways (Yeah, yeah)
I got what you got and these are the song say (What the song say?)
You got what you say and I want that old way (The whole way)
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Uh, the definition of possession
The state of being completely under the influence of an idea or emotion
Broken open, to let the ghosts in
And go Gagosian with extra low end
Now, let's return to the scene (Scene)
Surreal and sent to chill and kinda burned at the seams (Seams)
It seem that real life had really turned to a dream (Dream)
But what exactly has she learned from the ling?
That's from Earth (Earth), or maybe from not (Not)
Maybe she just received the curse (Curse), or maybe the plot (Plot)
Maybe there's something like a birth (Birth), or maybe adopt (Adopt)
Or maybe not a baby at all as that falls into realms of being intimate
But this feels more significant than that even, and that evening
She really felt a difference in the facts speaking
Had definitely changed in this design (Design)
'Cause every time she went to chat, her mouth begat a rhyme, now
I got what you got and these are the song way (Let the song play)
I know the things, evidence has its own ways (Yeah, its own way)
I got what you got and these are the song way (Do what the song say)
You got what you say and I want that old way (Yeah, the old way, yeah)
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
A lyrical, non-stop onslaught of rhymes
The hardcore roughneck bomb-drop divine
Sound that is found when the tom tops combine
With the bass and the snare and the kick
They fill you with a feeling that just make you wanna spit (Spit)
Rap a couple bars, move your arms like this!
Your hand is a gun and your arm is a clip, let it rip
Don't get hit by the split-second Smith & Wesson lips
Full of hollow tips, please, tell the best on your list
That is death with a kiss
And they gotta swallow fire if they tryna follow this
With a style similar to ridin' around look for an arrest to resist
Ain't no rest for the wit, no recess for the gift
It's like I don't do it for the check or the chip
I protect and predict what the next going to flip
I address, then I rip, get respect, then I dip
I don't live in the past, I finesse and forgive (Peace, oh!)
(Peace, peace) (Bars)
But don't make me resurrect up in this (Oh!)
I got what you got and these are the song way
I know the things, evidence has its own ways
I got what you got and these are the song say
You got what you say and I want that old way, yeah
Ay-yo, ay-yo, whose mans was that?
Yo...
Yo, he got killed, yo
Yo, she wan' murder him
Ayo, where she come from? Yo, like
Ay, bring her back
You, hey shawty!
Ayo, hold up, let me talk to you
Wow
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