Decent measures get you easy pleasures See sheriffs arrestin’ breddas like B-list westerns So ’til the police arrest us we say peace and keep ’em guessing ’Cause I’m just try’n’a escape lately with some E & J blessing We erase lessons, we learnt from getting too hurt When we merked by the brandy and lemonade sessions Remember stressing, remember stressing Reminiscing about first our first memories of cold Decembers in Kentish Call up my bredrin, said I need to clear my heading Like a muddy compass and he know what I mean, no question Two light skin brothers east heading Uncle Ray got shit on haze but believe I’m his favourite nephew We used to run around smashing wing mirrors Of cars not reflecting our parts we liked of our image Temporary satisfaction but it far from the finish The finish far like walking to Scandinavia from Jfar Want to be stars but don’t even know Earth’s distance to Mars We victims of class Sitting on arse Complaining ’bout sickness of past I written some bars But for a lot of us bars of prison are the only thing written for us Listen to Nas To catch the feeling of an urban state of mind The game of life written on these weighted dice Survey your life But they give us no blueprint and say it’s life I don’t know what it gotta be I don’t know where I have seen I could be Anything That I wanna be But be anything I want to Could I be anything I want to Could I be anything? I want to Could you be anybody? I don’t really care ’bout anything But everybody Uh Gotta get paid Uh, I got it made But just not yet Got it Made but just not yet Ain’t no game But got me played I got it made But just not yet Phat house and the maids, but just not yet Here’s the soap Clean out ya mouth My gran, you don’t know what you talkin’ about Hush ya mout’ Hush ya mout’ Blush ya clout, ain’t finna change the world Become devout In something else, boy You could excel, boy But don’t wanna spend all my days on Excel, boy I feel the music like braille noise A day at the races, the tortoise and the shell poised ’Cause I got my back I packed sack for the baddest weather I’m on this, man If I’m asked to fly, I packed the feather A practiced etcher, I packed sketcher, to see the bigger picture So on this work I crack the leather But bredda My shoe soles is soleless Holes in clothes with no thread to sow in Posing on the side I know is most prim Damn, I’m the cliché, mauve skin Catch myself gloating ’bout no things Holding my last fiver, my phone rings Sir, you’re ODd on most things Rent, bills and potions No tectonics but feel the motions Decent measures the lotion Now I’m floating See them posting, warning and notice To go back home G or be homeless So English but no roses I tell ’em like… I don’t know what it gotta be I don’t know where I have seen I could be Anything That I wanna be But be anything I want to Could I be anything I want to Could I be anything? I want to Could you be anybody? I don’t really care ’bout anything But everybody Uh Gotta get paid Uh, I got it made But just not yet Got it Made but just not yet Ain’t no game But got me played I got it made But just not yet Phat house and the maids, but just not yet
Written by: JAAY BUTLER
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