Bob and Weave

There are dreams to be chased, so of course run 'em down
See the crease on the face means the past still around
I want cash, dollars, pounds, I want ass, big and round
There's a dark side of the moon when the sun goes down

Nothing go be clear 'til the winner is declared
The battle no be fair who dey take am no dey share
Just dey bob and weave, just dey, just dey bob and weave
Just dey bob and weave, just dey, just dey bob and weave

Nothing go be clear 'til the winner is declared
The battle no be fair who dey take am no dey share
Just dey bob and weave, just dey, just dey bob and weave
Just dey bob and weave, just dey, just dey bob and weave

Can't touch with nunchucks, I wear Chuck's when I roll up
I never gave two fucks, my poker face make them fold up
God's plan, a betting man handed me a pair of dice
I don't gamble, but Lord, please, can I get a sample of paradise?
Never was a fame whore, prayed for what they paid for

Don't say more or do less, I wrote this under duress
I used to live in the U.S., but back home is my backbone
Renovate my new address, no GPS to my catacomb
(I'm Leonardo) catch me if you can, I'll get your name up
(I'm Van Gogh) painting pictures you can buy and frame up

(You no dey see?) I get flattery from my enemies
Early bird gets the worm, second mouse gets the cheese (cheese)
I was born with ambition, never needed your permission
Pay me eight racks per vision, I go doggy-style on this mission (uh)
Maintain with a pen game, better listen, I came with the octane from a distance
Scripture, "Touch not my anointed," flex on 'em like I'm double-jointed

Nothing go be clear 'til the winner is declared
The battle no be fair who dey take am no dey share
Just dey bob and weave, just dey, just dey bob and weave
Just dey bob and weave, just dey, just dey bob and weave

Nothing go be clear 'til the winner is declared
The battle no be fair who dey take am no dey share
Just dey bob and weave, just dey, just dey bob and weave
Just dey bob and weave, just dey, just dey bob and weave

Money dey talk, so why would they listen?
Minimalism in capitalism
See through my eyes, a colourful prism
All of these bars like building a prison, I wasn't paying attention (nah)
E be too expensive, mood is pensive
Kofi and Ama move in a sakawa manner

(Sika pɛ) tickles the senses
All of my struggles in these (trenches)
Down for the count indeed (census)
Crabs in the barrel quarrel (reckless)
To be expected, six year-olds chaperoning three-year siblings
Truth be told, just dey bob and weave in my old Timberlands

There are dreams to be chased, so of course run 'em down
See the crease on the face means the past still around
I want cash, dollars, pounds, I want ass, big and round
There's a dark side of the moon when the sun goes down

Nothing go be clear 'til the winner is declared
The battle no be fair who dey take am no dey share
Just dey bob and weave, just dey, just dey bob and weave
Just dey bob and weave, just dey, just dey bob and weave

Nothing go be clear 'til the winner is declared
The battle no be fair who dey take am no dey share
Just dey bob and weave, just dey, just dey bob and weave
Just dey bob and weave, just dey, just dey bob and weave

Just dey bob and weave, just dey, just dey bob and weave
Just dey bob and weave, just dey, just dey bob and weave
Just dey bob and weave, just dey, just dey bob and weave
Just dey bob and weave, just dey, just dey bob and weave