Enough (feat. Crooked I)

Yeah TP Esco Crooked I
I don't know what it is
About this music (Passion)
But I guarantee you (Lyricism)
We can ever get enough

Some say the paper you making
Is what you weigh
Some chase the fame
So they say that they know your name
Some people claim that
I'm crazy cuz I don't give up
Maybe some day but till then
I just can't get enough

Enough is a enough
What the hell does that mean
I don't compute error fallacies
If my papers what I weigh then
I need another plate
And what I need ice for when
I don't even skate
Slip dip ride out down to the hideout
When the flame is flickering
Don't let the fire die out
You can cry out but never say enough
Leave it up to us to be there
And call your bluff
So today we here to set it straight
And let you know it aint the lavish things
That's keeping us in place
Its you (You)
How much clearer can we be
Find it in between letter T and letter V
But time ta shatter the image of the matter
Said we'd knock it out the park
Well hey batter batter
And diddle diddle piper
Playing on his fiddle
In the middle he was riddled
By dem boys that make it sizzle
We just out here doing our thang
Bus-Busting our rhymes
Aint a damn thang changed
Except we badder
Colder Young testarosa's
Breadth of success rests on your own shoulders
So Soldiers time to knuckle up
Go to war with the weak
And tell them ta pucker up

Some say the paper you
Making is what you weigh
Some chase the fame so they
Say that they know your name
Some people claim that
I'm crazy cuz I don't give up
Maybe some day but till then
Go
I just can't get enough

An old man told me
If you fail to plan then you plan to fail
I was raised in the hood predicted
To be a statistic dead or locked up in jail
Yeah shout out to my mom's
She handled her own biz
Shout out to my pops
Didn't even know his kids
Now I got the landscaper
Working on the crib
My future is so notoriously big
The past is small
Shout out to my haters fuck yall
Get a deal then change how I feel
Fuck Nah
Shout out to my supporters too
What's up yall
Like tennis I'm just here to
Bring the racket plus ball
Star quality homie its all part of me
I'm living my life behind the bars
Yall pardon me
Cuz my artistry so much of a part of me
It's the soul and heart of me
My art is my arteries
Crooked

Some say the paper you
Making is what you weigh (What you weigh)
Some chase the fame so they
Say that they know your name
Some people claim that
I'm crazy cuz I don't give up
Maybe some day but till then
I just can't
I just can't get enough

Wait a minute
I'm a get it where I feel its equivalent
To the level of
Something that's so impressive
Influencing every message
With attack and deadly flow
It doesn't matter when you finish
As long as you on a roll
So roll with me and
I'm a tell you just why
You can never get enough
And that aint just a state a mind
Bottom line, any time you combine
Or put the letters together
In a consecutive line
TP E S C O rewind
Play it back it doesn't matter
Its ahead of its time
Horizons aint even a vision
When you trying to fly
Beyond the gimmicks
Aint no limit if
Everybody behind (Yeah)
Me and scoe sipping scotch
With the game on lock
Trading shots
Right until the sun sets
Just watch
From the east to the west
Just look at the evidence
Ever since the very second that
I bought my first record
Making music is the medicine
Play it its overdosing
Won't stop till veins are frozen
Emotions run deep till the page turn over
So until then
I just shrug my shoulders
Go get it

Some say the paper you
Making is what you weigh
What you weigh
Some chase the fame
So they say that they know your name
Want to be famous
Some people claim that
I'm crazy cuz I don't give up
Or I'm Insane But I just can't
Maybe some day but till then
I just can't get enough
I just can't get enough

I'm well to influenced by this music
I don't need the money
I don't need the fame
Got this passion
Yeah light the flame
I just can't get enough
West Coast ohh
Can't get enough
J Wells
Can't Get Enough