Touch & Agree

Lyrics

Don't quit the piano
 Fuck working on your handle
 Smoke papers, recognize you really can't save niggas
 '04, remain seated after Tim's fadeaway against the Lakers
 Learn to fight, write, then rewrite
 When they say "Revolution," don't believe the hype
 Go see PE live that night
 Don't talk business around GG and Black Mike
 Matter fact, keep them dudes in the corner of your eyesight
 Avoid DC when you graduate, better yet, graduate degree
 And say something to your father before he leaves
 That's the last time you'll ever see him
 And that's not a lot of money, fam, that's a couple G's
 And I probably don't need to tell you this, but ride clean
 When she asks you straight up, say what you mean
 It's never as bad as it looks or as good as it seems
 Protect your mother
 Even though he won't listen, tell Ko, "Them dudes is undercovers!"
 Kiss Summer, your time's short, build forts
 Steel doors reinforced in a world full of sore losers and bad sports
 It's always the away games, stay with home court
 Forgive bitter battles fought
 Tell your sister you miss her from the heart
 Sip tea in '83 with terrible men
 War in the air as you play with your friends
 Enjoy it while you can (why?)
 You already know (why?)
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 Uh, uh, rappers are fucking idiots
 Nah, that's not a knock on they brilliance
 You don't need the extra cheese on that Sicilian
 Steer clear of simpleton
 Your class valedictorian won't be the first to touch a million
 But you won't either and that's okay
 Great Escape, remember the look on your mother's face when you left
 She was right, you weren't ready, live your life
 Pops quiet in your corner, hold him closer
 Learn to work with your hand, secure a plan
 Peep how most women are often broken
 Hopes and dreams alone won't cut it
 Love for suckers, you in luck with strangers
 Before they slap the cuffs tight, please control your anger
 Black boy born with a balled fist, that's a hard kid
 Never got the hype, but his balls big
 Got a good crew, keep your word bond
 At 12, kissed your first blonde
 That story never made it past your lawn
 And yours didn't either, Michelle may have loved you
 Tree is truly a keeper, folks feel at ease when you smile
 Adrienne's child, radiant, proud
 Speak your mind, shine blind on the shadiest
 Quit being so goddamn lazy, cowards quick to call you crazy
 Even when it's free, it ain't free
 Most won't measure up to what you need them to be
 Water under bridges
 Save a little extra paying for your last two semesters
 Beer's not for breakfast, groggy session
 Endless loops induce reflection
 90 on the FDR
 Sun, moon, and stars breaking through fog at the same time
 Rays cut like glass shards, spar harder
 It's all honor (why?)
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Song Details

Duration
03:43
Key
4
Tempo
82 BPM

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