Causeway

There's three types of questions you should never ask
The ones that you know the answer to
The ones you don't wanna know the answer to
And the ones that you know you're not gonna get the right answer
Out of the person being interrogated

My homie told me I should probably spit some more conscious shit
I got heated and she said it's because how great my conscience is
I don't have a calendar cuz my mind a constant list
Eat my steak simple I don't add no condiments
Gonna have to fuck raw don't know where my condom is
At least I know she's clean I don't fuck all kinds of shit
Jamaican smoke shops show me where the fronto is
I scared her off on first date she said you want cuantos kids?
I'm a physicist I could show you where my quantum is
I don't ever slip it's only spring we got no fall in here
Think you cool announcing but players really ballin' here
And na this ain't our season really we got all this year
Paranoia nerves and fear keeps us on our toes
Even mama told me mijo you need to post more
My man José seem to think I need to hoe more
People that take pictures of me said I need to pose more
Posing ain't my thing I been real from the jump
And Guatemala baby knows exactly what he wants
I won't take her out unless I feel that's she's the one
But if you never try Goyo then you'll really never know
I guess it boils down that I ain't really let her go

If you wanna hear my vibes you gon' wanna slide to islands
If you wanna hear my rhymes you gon' want you some Zacapa
If you rocking with my vibes you gon' need some fine ladies
If you listen to my rhymes Imma probably drive you crazy

When I drive home from the beach, I take the causeway
My ex girl I won't say names she tried to call me
I know the shortcuts to take but I prefer the long way
On four twenty steamed it up had a spa day
They said the colors on my shoes the Carolina blue
I said na baby these ones the Guatemala's
They said I got my mom's feature and my dad's colors
I'm just tryna keep my fitness up cardiovascular
Smoking on gorilla glue it's mad sticky
Nowadays It's hard to find some gas that really can get me
Yes bitch by twenty seven really did plan Bentley
For my album I need Manny Marroquin to do the mixing
That's the type of shit that Imma speak into existence
When my chance comes I don't ever wanna say I missed it
They're like Papi how you ain't here but still listen
I tell em' listen don't get caught slipping
I got ears everywhere it's Goyito's way the only way
If you wanna get involved in business with me gotta pay to play

If you wanna hear my vibes you gon' wanna slide to islands
If you wanna hear my rhymes you gon' want you some Zacapa
If you rocking with my vibes you gon' need some fine ladies
If you listen to my rhymes Imma prolly drive you crazy



Credits
Writer(s): Gregory P Bret-harte
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