Lyrics:
selling
Topic back to me and how my life getting better
Rest in peace Zipho and Khanya and aunt Helen
Angels walk with me by my sides and these weapons
slomo
I'm a Gucci you a Polo
Live by yolo riding solo
I'm a Hershey you a Rolo
Kill you off like hematoma
In the Jenny coupe and we eating calamari
of chicks
Give me heebie-jeebies
By how far shes willing to go
Baby you freaky
It's friday
Im in control
We do this My Way
Ush
We can hit the road
We hit
and the feel
Of a real live girl
Nothing can beat getting swept off your feet
By a real live girl
Dreams of you but don't compare with a hunk
war
To Save Helen, man I'm bringing down Troy (missing my love)
By any means
It's gon' end a happy story
Not how it did for Maria and Tony (missing my
It's that shit you on
What's that shit you on
Used to be bout base
Deep like baritone
Used to roam around alone
In my dome in a zone
Boned her
more than you are takin
I've been deceived
Why my people leave
One by one
Don't understand
What I am seeing
Ouuu
I just keep
Thinking really deep
Since
I don't wanna go out bad
Suffering up in this shit is all I had
Dreams I buried deep never saw that hassle
Dreams I put to sleep never saw all those
surrounded by my family
Fought with siblings but it’s mostly due to vanity
But its deeper than rap and that’s a fact
Fam never stabbed in the back or set
beats
Trying to chase my dreams trying to stay up out these streets
Going hard I’m erect niggas see me as a threat
Fresh off a jet bout to get off in her
night.
I wanna dream a tale like Tolkein,
Tell what's true, what's wrong, what's right.
CHORUS
I wanna take a step like Neil Armstrong,
Dive as deep
wanna have a good time and vibe out
Rolling in the deep through my town
Me, just doing my thing
They love to talk they love to hate
Ain't seen what I seen
Scanning at the blue bended headlands
White flurry scudded, a dark silhouette flashes by, in the wet
It is glistening flesh
In the deep marine, in
Odd ball like footballs. I Roll differently
Fine ain't enough, less she deep in the mind, can't find this gem in no Tiffany's
Just foreigns with all
Cause her mom gave her advice
And she took that 2 cents home
But in the end 2 cents
Don’t make a dollar
Gave up football for the rap game
By
the sunshine
I dream of all the people I talked to in my lifetime
Different cultures, different nations
Happy people, lucky people feeling my vibrations
They
escape from dream street
A year goes by and the situation she can't stand
Came to be an actress, but a waitress is all she lands
Her colleague smiles
Soundin dope we off done the boat felt the flow
Under my belt plenty live
Twenty five in the front row
Just felt the glow, they melt wit in oxin
Rumble
shiver?
(Down, down, down the deep river, down, down, down the deep river)
Wakin' in the dawn with that dream getting dimmer and dimmer.
I said, Are we
of Michael and of my Aunt Helen
Finally I'm alive and not afraid
I wanna kiss you
But I don't know how to
Standing by the typewriter
In your bedroom
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
insecure
And I can see how deep that pain run
But I ain’t Dr Phil I can’t prescribe you with a pill
Or point out all the trauma that you need to go and heal
Drink it up and burn the throat
Toss him in and watch him float
Them waters surely sacred by his touch
The people clearly mystified
They can't
or three tribes
Raised up with lions and cheetahs
Fightin for freedom, in the wild kingdom
Tarzan got captured by the rapture
Ran up in his hut like nigga
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