Left
We're saying things and we're barely talkin
Tip Toein' ain't doing no walkin
Oh now we be saying things
We're saying things
We're saying things and we're barely talkin'
You be tip toein' ain't doing no walking
Meanwhile I be saying things
We saying things
We saying things
Just to hear the words that we say
Ahh
Oy vey
You'll see it as they write it up ahead
And call us ancient history
The way I live down the street from your past
Gonna rewrite that text
The window is where I sit and let my mind go
I'm moving slow
Not on the road
Oh so detached from all that I know
Stuck in a memory that's not just my own
There were crumbles that you left out
Nah why you gotta go all left
Oh maybe you should close your eyes so you can
Wake up all that sneak shit is getting old
Presently memory backpackin'
Oh and time will tell is knocking at my door
You don't believe I tell you wake up oh
Believe I tell you wake up
Oh
Wake up
Oh
Wake up
Oh
Wake up
Oh
Why you gotta go all left
Wake up
Oh
Wake up
Oh
Wake up
Oh
Why you gotta go all left
You don't believe I tell you
You don't believe I tell you
You don't believe I tell you
You don't believe I tell you
Wake up bitch
It's not your dreams
All of our systems
Torn at the seams
And they say that they can't allocate the means
Will have you running out of time
They don't want you with the key
I try to stay above cause It's not me
But wake up this is your history
Bad breath you need some Listerine
That feeble shits not meant for me
Wake up
Tip Toein' ain't doing no walkin
Oh now we be saying things
We're saying things
We're saying things and we're barely talkin'
You be tip toein' ain't doing no walking
Meanwhile I be saying things
We saying things
We saying things
Just to hear the words that we say
Ahh
Oy vey
You'll see it as they write it up ahead
And call us ancient history
The way I live down the street from your past
Gonna rewrite that text
The window is where I sit and let my mind go
I'm moving slow
Not on the road
Oh so detached from all that I know
Stuck in a memory that's not just my own
There were crumbles that you left out
Nah why you gotta go all left
Oh maybe you should close your eyes so you can
Wake up all that sneak shit is getting old
Presently memory backpackin'
Oh and time will tell is knocking at my door
You don't believe I tell you wake up oh
Believe I tell you wake up
Oh
Wake up
Oh
Wake up
Oh
Wake up
Oh
Why you gotta go all left
Wake up
Oh
Wake up
Oh
Wake up
Oh
Why you gotta go all left
You don't believe I tell you
You don't believe I tell you
You don't believe I tell you
You don't believe I tell you
Wake up bitch
It's not your dreams
All of our systems
Torn at the seams
And they say that they can't allocate the means
Will have you running out of time
They don't want you with the key
I try to stay above cause It's not me
But wake up this is your history
Bad breath you need some Listerine
That feeble shits not meant for me
Wake up
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Writer(s): Khamiya Terrell
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