Crimes (feat. Ant Clemons)
Follow the light
Wherever you are
Love's where you lie
Just make it home
Traveling, traveling
I been on the beach, yeah
Jets, spending all the money and the time on my family, ooh
Going through the shit with my family, mmm
Every other day new antics
New cousin, new cousin nobody
Fuck, everybody want something from me
They ain't give me hand-outs when I came up
Give a hand out everybody love me
Fuck, running round, running out to the back
Take a glance at my charge, bad guys running in
All the blind dogs will be feeling it
All of my dogs have been killing it
Just keep going let's find where we at
Don't be knowing where this shit lead to
You end up me too'ed
Not like the movement I'm talking bout game
Mass Effect Two
We shot up the booth
But that shit don't work
Look at the positive
Look at the negative
Don't save emotions
Going thru motions
Thought I was good I was feeling spectacular
Said fuck emotions so I went to socialize
That could distract me
Keep me on track
Head for the crown let's see where we at
Feeling better
Higher than High
Feeling like rocket man
Like I'm Kid Cudi
I'm up and away
I'll never betray
All the examples are up on display
Delayed the album to gather my thoughts
My mind set now
And we never stopped
I'm feeling bold so imma be honest
F all you niggas
I'm a be honest
Come to senses
You Niggas fake
You just some crows tryna eat off my plate
And people don't care because they're all fake
Imma run up. Let's start a panic
Start a discussion. Turn yo a argument
People just argue. They're really passionate
Done with the people, they're just inadequate
Just keep going let's find where we at
Don't be knowing where this shit lead to
You end up me too'ed
Not like the movement I'm talking bout game
Mass Effect Two
We shot up the booth
But that shit don't work
Every friday and saturday night aspiring young rappers gather at a record store at hollywood
Theyre rhyming lyrics to a thundering beat
Are angry, violent, and profain
People wanna see reality
They wanna see whats really going on
This is the youth
This is the young black youth
Thats been put through hell
You know what im saying?
And they have to express themselves
Wherever you are
Love's where you lie
Just make it home
Traveling, traveling
I been on the beach, yeah
Jets, spending all the money and the time on my family, ooh
Going through the shit with my family, mmm
Every other day new antics
New cousin, new cousin nobody
Fuck, everybody want something from me
They ain't give me hand-outs when I came up
Give a hand out everybody love me
Fuck, running round, running out to the back
Take a glance at my charge, bad guys running in
All the blind dogs will be feeling it
All of my dogs have been killing it
Just keep going let's find where we at
Don't be knowing where this shit lead to
You end up me too'ed
Not like the movement I'm talking bout game
Mass Effect Two
We shot up the booth
But that shit don't work
Look at the positive
Look at the negative
Don't save emotions
Going thru motions
Thought I was good I was feeling spectacular
Said fuck emotions so I went to socialize
That could distract me
Keep me on track
Head for the crown let's see where we at
Feeling better
Higher than High
Feeling like rocket man
Like I'm Kid Cudi
I'm up and away
I'll never betray
All the examples are up on display
Delayed the album to gather my thoughts
My mind set now
And we never stopped
I'm feeling bold so imma be honest
F all you niggas
I'm a be honest
Come to senses
You Niggas fake
You just some crows tryna eat off my plate
And people don't care because they're all fake
Imma run up. Let's start a panic
Start a discussion. Turn yo a argument
People just argue. They're really passionate
Done with the people, they're just inadequate
Just keep going let's find where we at
Don't be knowing where this shit lead to
You end up me too'ed
Not like the movement I'm talking bout game
Mass Effect Two
We shot up the booth
But that shit don't work
Every friday and saturday night aspiring young rappers gather at a record store at hollywood
Theyre rhyming lyrics to a thundering beat
Are angry, violent, and profain
People wanna see reality
They wanna see whats really going on
This is the youth
This is the young black youth
Thats been put through hell
You know what im saying?
And they have to express themselves
Credits
Writer(s): Ant Clemons
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