Quiet Trip - Black Thought, Portugal. The Man, The Last Artful, Dodgr

Oh my, God, I can’t believe my eyes

Wake up everybody you know

Come on watch the garden grow

I’ll see you when you get there

Uh, alright, yeah, two fifteen, yo

Downtown for the win, woah

Sean C for the tempo, Portugal for the intro

This is Arctical Don Disco from the one choir

Calling shots like an umpire

Where I live, yo, man, I done lost mad kinfolk

Over gunfire through the window

As a young squire who become Sire

I had no way to tell what I was in for

I was 5'9″ like Royce with the giant voice like Mik Winslow

Never been quite lik them so I’m on my own time

Mind darker than a coal mine

Thoughts deeper than a gold mine

So I’m out here slangin' on this blade

Hopin' that I don’t get cut by these police

Makin' raids on those of us who know what’s up

My lil' homies, my lil' sons

Got them keys and they got them drums

Making superstitious runs on them insufficient funds

No more rules in this here shit, toddlers packin' a revolver

How the hell you robbers gonna rob the robber?

See you with that heater, you sweeter than peach cobbler

If it ain’t about that paper, then man that ain’t what Reek habla

Man, you know what’s goin', they say, «Woke about that dope»

Ask them fiends about them keys, 'bout that coke, 'bout that smoke

Two fifteen my city, man, and we it from 'round here

If it’s crazy where you at then, it ain’t no different 'round here

Oh my, God, I can’t believe my eyes

Wake up everybody you know (We all got away from you)

Come on watch the garden grow (We all got away from you)

I’ll see you when you get there

Oh my, God, I can’t believe my eyes

Wake up everybody you know (We all got away from you)

Come on watch the garden grow (We all got away from you)

I’ll see you when you get there

Yo, reminiscin' over old times, sip a little bit of Oban

When the wind blow like a land mine, balled up fist now

Who the fuck’s this calling on the landline?

Back back like a hair line, I don’t really want the air time

I don’t wanna smile for the camera, damn, I just wanna see my fam rise

I can feel when a man lies, tryin' to grow old and wise

And I’m still fly like airlines, stay sharp like samurais

Dip low like Cam’ron, Big Show when it’s slam time

Word to my nigga Anton

Bogarting through this door

Hopin' that it don’t get shut

By these police makin' raids on those of us who know what’s up

My lil' uzi weighs a ton, man, I truly ain’t the one

My lil' junior straight from juvie, make a movie gangster run

Y’all confusin' this here shit with some television drama

None of y’all lil' mamas touching Mr. Trotter

Even with that heater, you sweeter than peach cobbler

Real ones out here winnin', you swimmin' in deep agua

Click, pow, I’m a rebel just for kicks now

Been down with the get down

You ain’t sayin' shit, sit down

This loud, twenty one pound, my town

Man, we it from 'round here

If they 'bout it where you from, then it ain’t no different down here, listen

Oh my, God, I can’t believe my eyes

Wake up everybody you know (We all got away from you)

Come on watch the garden grow (We all got away from you)

I’ll see you when you get there

Oh my, God, I can’t believe my eyes

Wake up everybody you know (We all got away from you)

Come on watch the garden grow (We all got away from you)

I’ll see you when you get there

Yeah?

Alright, I’ll come home

At the end of the day, everybody got good and bad

In every culture, in every race

But you also gotta remember where your people at

'Cause you always should want to love your people unconditionally no matter

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