Jobless - Quakers, Quite Nyce, Quakers feat. Quite Nyce

Turn it up

Turn it up, uh

Turn it up

Turn it up

Turn it up, uh

Turn my shit up

The diabolical that chronicle every move

I’m out here like I got everything to prove

Buster Douglas fighting, nothing to lose

In between needles and grooves, I write songs in twos

, settle between relaxed and smooth

Me sweating, just a tenth of my max of what I do

Better known blacker than life track

A cruel true meaning of a comeback

Although I came from losing semen, I did that

Success at the highest level, as my pen bleeds to wax

Soul embellishes through betterment

Right now I’m better than any vibe, freshman lettering

tell her friend can’t download this type of cool, I’m some type of fool

'Cause if you been through what I been through, you woulda been through

Brother I continued

There ain’t nothing but being stagnated

Only man in this world misunderstood and hated at the same time

Selfless intentions get twisted in a sink full of dishes

Start cleaning the dirty kitchen in a home I don’t even own

Sticky situation, this is mental masturbation

Grey-matter flaccid tragic, eyes-closed driver not crashing

Thrashing on a loony with five on him

Looking at me, ready to get like

Survive in this belly of a beast at a telly, with a freak on my beat

And they way I go I got her ripping through sheets, in the crazy positions

She says I’m what she’s been missing, the rest got her burning when she pissing

Ouch

Out of my zone now, for you get it

If you didn’t go back with a better intention

We bonding, listen