Do you see it?
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He was a lost boy with rhythm
Heart broke, SYRE has risen
Look at the stars it's all written
Just hold the applause, I'm just gettin'
Started with it, it's not hot enough in the kitchen
They sayin it's it
I guess I'm the one thinking different
I'm slick with it, a lotta change
Man, I'm Slick Rick and I don't pivot
I'm like Pippen hittin' six swishes in six seconds
Autonomous whippin' while whole colonies are poverty stricken
Young niggas they ain't stoppin' and drippin'
The way I dribble the rock
They gotta watch how the rocks are glistenin'
Blood diamonds, ancestors fightin' with colonist
Know your history inherit the confidence
It's apparent and obvious
I'm the young KRS in your providence
And this air that we are breathin' is consciousness
Every lyric is prominent (I feel it)
Just another cold morning in Paris, I know
I wish I was takin' you home
But I ain't takin' the long train no more (aah, aah)
You don't care about me and it's tough girl
And I'm tryin' to feel your love
But I'm not fucked up enough
Man what a pity New York City lights glow
How many times I gotta tell you niggas I'm home?
Girl, I ain't finna lie, you gorgeous
We should go to Malibu, let's go to Florence
Rainbow on your aura
Girl, you soakin' up the sun like a tourist
Another plane, she an explorer
I'm drinkin' and tellin' her things I'm not sure of
Cancún to Angora couldn't find more of a wavy baby
We endin' our month in Bora Bora
All this time and you're still on my mind and you know
(Yeah)
Girl, I ain't tryin to leave I'll be right back
Left the crib without a top, need a night cap
I'm just lookin' at the stars from a path
I'm serious and get with you the lyrics are all facts
They pop off, you tell 'em, "Relax"
I drop off the bars and dash let the sunset in the back
And the boy is light as a feather in fact
At least we can be together now forever
But if we can fly through a pink sky we would never go back
Just another cold morning in Paris
I know I wish I was takin' you home
And I ain't takin' the long train no more
You don't care about me and it's tough girl
And I'm tryin' to feel your love
But I'm not fucked up enough
Man what a pity New York City lights glow
How many times I gotta tell you niggas I'm home?
We were 17 years old
At Cartier, we had a cop
Floatin' in my room, it made feel like I'm an astronaut (astronaut)
Niggas mad how I acrobat the vocabular
And they're wack, these facts just ain't addin' up
And I'm back with a math rap
It's like the boy invented the abacus
Less of a rapper more of a strategist
Gotta know that money can't buy happiness
You gotta have a long arm still in the hills throwin' up charcoal
Shit ain't change nigga
I'm still the saddest kid up in the game
Thinkin' about you girl I do that everyday
Thoughts I was having blew that shit away
When I call you, I just don't know what to say
Just another cold morning in Paris
I know I wish I was takin' you home
And I ain't takin' the long train no more
You don't care about me and it's tough girl
And I'm tryin' to feel your love
But I'm not fucked up enough
Man what a pity New York City lights glow
How many times I gotta tell you niggas I'm home
Higher the view
I wish you could see how it feels
Took three shots, don't drip-drop
Quick one-on-one, thought I'd never last
Do the math, baby do the math
I've been waitin' for it, since I seen you last
Say you down for it, down to ride
But I called a cab and
Girl, I know you smilin'
Movin' away for a while
Oh girl, your actions don't speak loud and clear
Baby girl, you're lying my pillow seen me
Cry all night, make peace with you, I try
I never got to say goodbye
I'm somewhere in the sky
Singing twisted lullabies