Lyrics:
Be easy, man tell you how it feels to be
On top of the world
But y'all niggas better take it slow
Don't body ya self don't body ya self
Yeah, don't
Turn up everything til you feel it in your spine
Design by a live band to get crowds moving
The rebirth of dancing lets start the movement
Yelling
it sings
Song of a new day, days of rebirth
Time to grow wings
Fly past tomorrow to earth
Like sticks in a fire
Life crackles, don't lose that spark
Word is bond, we got it goin on
C'mon throw ya hands in the air
Brand Nubian'll rock to the break of dawn
In the air, in the air
It's like
toss it
Life's too short to let it pass you by
And so I'm never passing up the rock
Changes coming fast I can't recognize
The hand that's stirring up
them cool
If I had my way, we would have stayed
Brass music by the pool, won't you dive into?
The deep sea blue, can you feel it too?
Girls by the pool,
in. Back in the days when I'd wait to see the old bands play.
It didn't seem like wasted days.
I was so sincere.
But now I see more clearly.
Music's
And I can't help, but catch myself tearing up. Because when I see my daughters for a moment, I catch a glimpse and it's like, I'm watching myself with my
this paper
All these fuckin' bands huh, runnin' em' bands up
I feel like Danny Phantom, in that Phantom
She call me rich and handsome, with my handgun
dead, tied up, smoke 'til I was dried up
So high up, seem like the sky ducked, high what?
Life was rough, but now it's nothin to hide
Used to click
cool)
I feel like I'm the Messiah, a rebirth of creatures who bowing to the most high
They knees hurt from praying to the whats his face, begging
but uncompromising
For what it’s worth, I’m down to earth
Feel more slim
This the rebirth on the illegal
For really though, feel me though
For really
investigation for years
I feel like Gotti
So it's fuck the Feds, let's make somethin clear
They never caught me
I had to do the dash for the bag and the big body
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
might burn
fresh tennis suit walkin' with 'Leena like brass knuckles on my fist aint it mane
like sun shinin' on my wrist aint it mane
like a pimp with
in
They knowing my name
I feel like Tim Hardaway from the rockets
I'm making it rain
Full court press
I'm running the game
Fuck friends
Get bands get
The lettuce to make a sandwich with
We needing it more than rent
Feel like a white Moses drivin my Saab 9-3
Bumping Saba on the interstate getting chased by
the bands
Save my money to watch it expand
Got them bars I ain't talking bout xans
Fuck ya hoe pass her down to my mans
Run it up it feel like it's a relay
on the table, there's no label to our love
All that cocaine on the table it's fatal to snort it up
Just took a chill pill I feel like I'm floating up
Lay your
don't wanna clap and sing along
But this brass bands playing all my favorite songs
I don't wanna enjoy the sights that I see
But I am surrounded by all
New York, hop off a jet
And now she flirtin'
Really made it off of rapping
Cause I'm working
Ran up all my bands cause I deserve it
Yeah, cause I
simply intubation at its finest
Sure, every nigga is a star
But still watch who you align with
Your Niggas line you up
Like a 2'2
In a timberland boot
puffed up like a balloon!
He says "ya gotta let it out, Captain!
So the Captain he let it all out at once.
Fallin' right down on the wheelhouse floor.
and here and there a Jew's harp...
2nd Salesman
No, the fellow sells bands, Boys' bands.
I don't know how he does it but he lives like a king
and he
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