Euphoria
Yeah... take me back, it's like them... them old feelings
You feel me
Chasing it
Yeah..."
Euphoria
Remember days it was more to than lust
Twenty-eight to three, the score was up
Extra wing in the box, it was more for lunch
Cousin pulling up, nigga it was 4 of us
Isabella was my foreign crush
Jamming No Ceilings in the morning rush
Got her kissing on my thighs and my hair start to rise
Got my eyes in the back of my head like that morning flush
Woah woah woah
I know ain't no way Lord
I know ain't no way
I know I done prayed for days
Obviously I am not the same
I'm taking shots like I'm at the range
Obama '08, they screaming for change
Times when them fruit ain't have to be strange
When scrapes on your knees was the worst of your pain
Live in the moment, you own it
You dive in the passion, the heart of March madness
They tip toe over on the tip line
They causing that static, the shock was not average
You get that ass whooped, Joe Jackson
Been whooping that ass, Steph Jackson
Been Saving these hoes like I am the Jet
Said they putting Tubman on Jacksons
"Tears and a bucket" the heart of the adage
Catholic school days, a part of the masses
Trapped in the closet, the talk of the classes
Cole dropped The Warm Up confirmed its a classic
Sausage McGriddles get bust down in traffic
Uniform Dickies the stars of the fashion
Burberry seats and the rims with the waxing
Jordan's were cheaper but them niggas taxing, uh
(Appreciate your past because it
Let's you know that you're present
And the gift of life is still the greatest of presence
I keep my hands together in reverence
Euphoric feelings got me chasing my adolescence
The purest soul unscarred and drowning in these blessings
A Divine soul)
The Son of King, I got love for the peasants
Make sure you still serve them with passion
And if you got it, there's no reason to be lacking
The world is abstract, take a look at your canvas
Deep in your soul is where you find answers
Ancestors were the first planters
Thorns or the gold either way they had to answer
Perception is key to the art of nostalgia
The roars of a lion's the sound of the power
You get higher for hours
Chasing the purest desires
No more tread on the tires
You burning your pain in the bluntest of fires
Yeah
Soul
You feel me
Chasing it
Yeah..."
Euphoria
Remember days it was more to than lust
Twenty-eight to three, the score was up
Extra wing in the box, it was more for lunch
Cousin pulling up, nigga it was 4 of us
Isabella was my foreign crush
Jamming No Ceilings in the morning rush
Got her kissing on my thighs and my hair start to rise
Got my eyes in the back of my head like that morning flush
Woah woah woah
I know ain't no way Lord
I know ain't no way
I know I done prayed for days
Obviously I am not the same
I'm taking shots like I'm at the range
Obama '08, they screaming for change
Times when them fruit ain't have to be strange
When scrapes on your knees was the worst of your pain
Live in the moment, you own it
You dive in the passion, the heart of March madness
They tip toe over on the tip line
They causing that static, the shock was not average
You get that ass whooped, Joe Jackson
Been whooping that ass, Steph Jackson
Been Saving these hoes like I am the Jet
Said they putting Tubman on Jacksons
"Tears and a bucket" the heart of the adage
Catholic school days, a part of the masses
Trapped in the closet, the talk of the classes
Cole dropped The Warm Up confirmed its a classic
Sausage McGriddles get bust down in traffic
Uniform Dickies the stars of the fashion
Burberry seats and the rims with the waxing
Jordan's were cheaper but them niggas taxing, uh
(Appreciate your past because it
Let's you know that you're present
And the gift of life is still the greatest of presence
I keep my hands together in reverence
Euphoric feelings got me chasing my adolescence
The purest soul unscarred and drowning in these blessings
A Divine soul)
The Son of King, I got love for the peasants
Make sure you still serve them with passion
And if you got it, there's no reason to be lacking
The world is abstract, take a look at your canvas
Deep in your soul is where you find answers
Ancestors were the first planters
Thorns or the gold either way they had to answer
Perception is key to the art of nostalgia
The roars of a lion's the sound of the power
You get higher for hours
Chasing the purest desires
No more tread on the tires
You burning your pain in the bluntest of fires
Yeah
Soul
Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Sheppard
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