Uncut Gems
That's right. No time. Po Bandini!
'Flydeas'
What you're writing I own
That world you walk in is mine
(Again, again. Oi!)
See
I keep receipts
Twenty-five below
Never leave your post
Learned this shit a long time ago
Me and the track connect like guerrilla glue
Stuck to these jewels and stones
You know the calibration
Frosted, twenty-five below
Never leave your post
Learned this shit a long time ago
Me and the track connect like guerilla glue
Stuck to these jewels and these stones
Ay
Claiming what is rightfully mine
So even on my worst days I'm unfazed
Staying Mike in his prime
Chewing through the gristle
Playing to the whistle
Cooperstown on-field fitted, full official
(Again)
Hands calloused picking fruits of my labour
Only bread winners sit at my table
Filling my plate up
Revise the timetable 'til my life change up
'Til I'm tearing live stages and my flights stay booked
Tryna turn waters into wine
By recording deep traumas I'm recalling from the corners of my mind
Knowing that I'm running short of time
This could be my last chance that I could vie for your full attention
Twenty-four hours in a day
And no brick walls or barriers you build standing in my way
Cus shit is not the same as it once was
And what you are now is endangered and out of shape
(No time)
Twenty-five below
Never leave your post
Learned this shit a long time ago
Me and the track connect like guerrilla glue
Stuck to these jewels and stones
You know the calibration
Frosted, twenty-five below
Never leave your post
Learned this shit a long time ago
Me and the track connect like guerrilla glue
Stuck to these jewels and these stones
Ay
(Again)
I lifted myself out from under
Long time ago
I'm wondering if you can truly say the same
Instead of turning them flaws and addictions into punch lines
My strength is a capacity for change
My prices stop now at bread and water
My line of sight locked down on new terrain
(Ayo!)
Instead of treading them same paths
I'm switching up this pace
And leaving eighty-eight-mile-an-hour flames
(Again)
Kawasaki engine revs when I speak up
A cultural icon I'm like a Spike Lee joint
I strike these lines with light speed
Like I'm Bruce Jet Lee with these tracks
Or AJ when I spar
For those who could resonate with this art
Solid oak finish, clear varnishing this bar
I'm sending out messages of light into this dark
I'm back on this grind I keep writing 'til it's dark
(This is dark, yo)
Cus there's twenty-four hours in a day
And no brick wall or barriers you build standing in my way
(All the time!)
Shit is not the same as it once was
And what you are now is endangered and out of shape
(Ayo)
I'm tryna turn waters into wine
By recording deep traumas I'm recalling from the corners of my mind
Knowing that I'm running short of time
This could be my last chance that I will get
Kafka
(Kafko Poe)
Twenty-five below
Never leave your post
Learned this shit a long time ago
Me and the track connect like guerrilla glue
Stuck to these jewels and stones
You know the calibration
Frosted, twenty-five below
Never leave your post
Learned this shit a long time ago
Me and the track connect like guerilla glue
Stuck to these jewels and these stones
Diesel
(Tired of this, Capps)
Nothing but them flydeas
(We're coming for them receipts man, it's all they want)
What you're writing I own
(How many receipts we got, man? What is this? AI!)
That world you walk in is mine
(Been mine)
I keep receipts
Ay, it costs load, yo
You know this. Let's go! Tired of this, man
'Flydeas'
What you're writing I own
That world you walk in is mine
(Again, again. Oi!)
See
I keep receipts
Twenty-five below
Never leave your post
Learned this shit a long time ago
Me and the track connect like guerrilla glue
Stuck to these jewels and stones
You know the calibration
Frosted, twenty-five below
Never leave your post
Learned this shit a long time ago
Me and the track connect like guerilla glue
Stuck to these jewels and these stones
Ay
Claiming what is rightfully mine
So even on my worst days I'm unfazed
Staying Mike in his prime
Chewing through the gristle
Playing to the whistle
Cooperstown on-field fitted, full official
(Again)
Hands calloused picking fruits of my labour
Only bread winners sit at my table
Filling my plate up
Revise the timetable 'til my life change up
'Til I'm tearing live stages and my flights stay booked
Tryna turn waters into wine
By recording deep traumas I'm recalling from the corners of my mind
Knowing that I'm running short of time
This could be my last chance that I could vie for your full attention
Twenty-four hours in a day
And no brick walls or barriers you build standing in my way
Cus shit is not the same as it once was
And what you are now is endangered and out of shape
(No time)
Twenty-five below
Never leave your post
Learned this shit a long time ago
Me and the track connect like guerrilla glue
Stuck to these jewels and stones
You know the calibration
Frosted, twenty-five below
Never leave your post
Learned this shit a long time ago
Me and the track connect like guerrilla glue
Stuck to these jewels and these stones
Ay
(Again)
I lifted myself out from under
Long time ago
I'm wondering if you can truly say the same
Instead of turning them flaws and addictions into punch lines
My strength is a capacity for change
My prices stop now at bread and water
My line of sight locked down on new terrain
(Ayo!)
Instead of treading them same paths
I'm switching up this pace
And leaving eighty-eight-mile-an-hour flames
(Again)
Kawasaki engine revs when I speak up
A cultural icon I'm like a Spike Lee joint
I strike these lines with light speed
Like I'm Bruce Jet Lee with these tracks
Or AJ when I spar
For those who could resonate with this art
Solid oak finish, clear varnishing this bar
I'm sending out messages of light into this dark
I'm back on this grind I keep writing 'til it's dark
(This is dark, yo)
Cus there's twenty-four hours in a day
And no brick wall or barriers you build standing in my way
(All the time!)
Shit is not the same as it once was
And what you are now is endangered and out of shape
(Ayo)
I'm tryna turn waters into wine
By recording deep traumas I'm recalling from the corners of my mind
Knowing that I'm running short of time
This could be my last chance that I will get
Kafka
(Kafko Poe)
Twenty-five below
Never leave your post
Learned this shit a long time ago
Me and the track connect like guerrilla glue
Stuck to these jewels and stones
You know the calibration
Frosted, twenty-five below
Never leave your post
Learned this shit a long time ago
Me and the track connect like guerilla glue
Stuck to these jewels and these stones
Diesel
(Tired of this, Capps)
Nothing but them flydeas
(We're coming for them receipts man, it's all they want)
What you're writing I own
(How many receipts we got, man? What is this? AI!)
That world you walk in is mine
(Been mine)
I keep receipts
Ay, it costs load, yo
You know this. Let's go! Tired of this, man
Credits
Writer(s): James Webb, Paul Adey
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