Samba '84

Fuck
Woke up late again
Heard my girl yellin'
Did you pay the rent?
My mistake again
Rub my eyes twice
Give my face a rinse
Think I can feel it
Bass shakin', weed? seal it
Looking back now,
I really used to steal it
Oh way before healing
Back when the car steamin'
And Open mic fights
Wordplay was all genius
Copped some pairs of shoes
The ones with nike swoops
Runnin' from my past
Kept my ties loose
and Lately I been hiding
Writing records too
No more job hoppin'
just a mic and juice
I couldn't wait to get home
Spend some time alone
Writing in the dark
Spirit hit the dome
This no writers block
This that in the zone
Ashin' on my porch
Kept myself at home

Up, down and around
So it goes
So it goes
Straight to the bottom of this fish bowl
Damn
Up, down and around
So it goes
So it goes
Straight to the bottom of this fish bowl
Damn

Stay chillin'
Burnin' in furnaces
The verse hot
Like opps out in Ferguson
Ol' Ferris, the circus
Ain't aware of him
It's just fine outside
Hear the birds and them
Droppin' seeds
Like my father '03
Grow a little garden
Be sure to water the trees
And If you run a lil late
That's just fine by me
Be just sure to hit the call tho
One-two-three
It's in my blood
Like the iron in me
Steal some shit from the mall
Turned the box empty
This the result
A petty crime
Motherfucker temp me
It's mine if I snatch it
Try your hardest to miss me
Hail mary
May karma, we get along
If I lose to any vices
Carry me back strong
And If I struggle
May God we get along
If you feel me when I'm talkin'
Just know it felt wrong

Up, down and around
So it goes
So it goes
Straight to the bottom of this fish bowl
Damn
Up, down and around
So it goes
So it goes
Straight to the bottom of this fish bowl
Damn



Credits
Writer(s): Ethan Healey
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