Pete (I'm Here)
Who is he
The limit, the cynic, the kid
Selling subscripts to whatever it is
He keeping under his lid
He comes in the fifth
The seventh too late
The heavens debate
Yet determining fate
Is just a shake of the bones
Yea, you can fake it alone
Been used to staying at home
Been sending Moses the fire
Cause the mountain got cold
Eons from home
Walking the globe
Like what is a soul
Up late, yea, I'm talking to homes
Old man in the sky
Some days, I really wanna die
My daddy say, try son
My mama say, cry some
It'll be okay
You gotta move kid
'Fore you D.O.A
Stop playing stupid
'Fore you lose and really lose
Just pick the truth if you really gotta choose
What's a nigga ever really gotta lose
Like Imma need that soul, and so I won't let go
You gotta feel me in the cheap seats
Put the spins on repeat Pete
Fact is, Atlas been practicing magic since six
Adding up fractions and circles of fifths
What's the kid but a prodigal's son
Flip the product and return when the prophecy comes
Cause somethings always on the other side
Cried more days than not since my grandma died
And I'm never fine but I been getting by
And I spit legit crit like AP Lit and so I'm getting mine
Old man in the sky
Some days, I really wanna die
My daddy say, try son
My mama say, cry some
It'll be okay
You gotta move kid
'Fore you D.O.A
Stop playing stupid
'Fore you lose and really lose
Just pick the truth if you really gotta choose
What's a nigga ever really gotta lose
So Imma need that soul, and so I won't let go
I hope you feel me in the cheap seats
Put the spins on repeat Pete
Cause Imma need that soul, I pray you don't let go
If you feel me in the cheap seats
Put the spins on repeat Pete
I hope you understand
The kid is the man, like motownphilly
It goes down chilly
When the whole towns stealing
But I gotta stand up straight
Cause the cultures reeling
From all of the frauds and fakes
Oh yea he copes, he's dealing
He hopes the feeling
Captures the mood
He's acting a fool
Back in the booth
Catching truth
Laughing at you
Rapping and acting nappy
Happy uppity youth
Cracking up at the tooth
You know what did it do
When the culture vulture
Stabbing it claws in you
Like imma need that soul, you know I won't let go
They gonna feel it in the cheap seats
Don't get the spins, on your feet Pete
Imma need that soul, so I won't let go
You gotta feel me in the cheap seats
Put the spins on repeat Pete
Old man in the sky
Some days, I really wanna die
My daddy say, try son
My mama say, cry some
It'll be okay
You gotta move kid
'Fore you D.O.A
Stop playing stupid
'Fore you lose and really lose
Just pick the truth if you really gotta choose
What's a nigga ever really gotta lose
So Imma need that soul, and so I won't let go
I hope you feel me in the cheap seats
Put the spins on repeat Pete
Cause Imma need that soul, I pray you don't let go
If you feel me in the cheap seats
Put the spins on repeat Pete
I'm here, for a good time
All of my time, I'm gonna get
Out of mind
I gotta live while I'm still alive
I feel alive tonight
I'm here, for a good time
All of my time, I'm gonna get
Out of mind
I gotta live while I'm still alive
I feel alive tonight
The limit, the cynic, the kid
Selling subscripts to whatever it is
He keeping under his lid
He comes in the fifth
The seventh too late
The heavens debate
Yet determining fate
Is just a shake of the bones
Yea, you can fake it alone
Been used to staying at home
Been sending Moses the fire
Cause the mountain got cold
Eons from home
Walking the globe
Like what is a soul
Up late, yea, I'm talking to homes
Old man in the sky
Some days, I really wanna die
My daddy say, try son
My mama say, cry some
It'll be okay
You gotta move kid
'Fore you D.O.A
Stop playing stupid
'Fore you lose and really lose
Just pick the truth if you really gotta choose
What's a nigga ever really gotta lose
Like Imma need that soul, and so I won't let go
You gotta feel me in the cheap seats
Put the spins on repeat Pete
Fact is, Atlas been practicing magic since six
Adding up fractions and circles of fifths
What's the kid but a prodigal's son
Flip the product and return when the prophecy comes
Cause somethings always on the other side
Cried more days than not since my grandma died
And I'm never fine but I been getting by
And I spit legit crit like AP Lit and so I'm getting mine
Old man in the sky
Some days, I really wanna die
My daddy say, try son
My mama say, cry some
It'll be okay
You gotta move kid
'Fore you D.O.A
Stop playing stupid
'Fore you lose and really lose
Just pick the truth if you really gotta choose
What's a nigga ever really gotta lose
So Imma need that soul, and so I won't let go
I hope you feel me in the cheap seats
Put the spins on repeat Pete
Cause Imma need that soul, I pray you don't let go
If you feel me in the cheap seats
Put the spins on repeat Pete
I hope you understand
The kid is the man, like motownphilly
It goes down chilly
When the whole towns stealing
But I gotta stand up straight
Cause the cultures reeling
From all of the frauds and fakes
Oh yea he copes, he's dealing
He hopes the feeling
Captures the mood
He's acting a fool
Back in the booth
Catching truth
Laughing at you
Rapping and acting nappy
Happy uppity youth
Cracking up at the tooth
You know what did it do
When the culture vulture
Stabbing it claws in you
Like imma need that soul, you know I won't let go
They gonna feel it in the cheap seats
Don't get the spins, on your feet Pete
Imma need that soul, so I won't let go
You gotta feel me in the cheap seats
Put the spins on repeat Pete
Old man in the sky
Some days, I really wanna die
My daddy say, try son
My mama say, cry some
It'll be okay
You gotta move kid
'Fore you D.O.A
Stop playing stupid
'Fore you lose and really lose
Just pick the truth if you really gotta choose
What's a nigga ever really gotta lose
So Imma need that soul, and so I won't let go
I hope you feel me in the cheap seats
Put the spins on repeat Pete
Cause Imma need that soul, I pray you don't let go
If you feel me in the cheap seats
Put the spins on repeat Pete
I'm here, for a good time
All of my time, I'm gonna get
Out of mind
I gotta live while I'm still alive
I feel alive tonight
I'm here, for a good time
All of my time, I'm gonna get
Out of mind
I gotta live while I'm still alive
I feel alive tonight
Credits
Writer(s): Erik Mccleary
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