Artist: Toussaint Morrison
Written by Toussaint Morrison
Released August 11, 2011
You seen us celebrate, but you
won’t see me satisfied
I come from a place where the
race begins way behind the startin’ line
Dr. Wylie, Mayda, and I roll
together not facebook official
‘Cos the second that you click
it is the second you have issues
We revel when we don’t have it ‘cos
somehow we still make the time
No sir I do not make the friend
requests I just reply
I make moves however, whenever,
whether or not you like it
Aw, that was your bike… I
thought I recognized it
I am the village voice, I write
on inner-city pages
And no I do not need a white
fanbase to convey this
This has been Milwaukee tested
and Minneapolis disapproved
You already know what I don’t
give, so save it and assume
It’ll take a lotta little bit’a
more than it gives and never ever disappoint
The side effect’ll have you
movin’ all around and bendin’ everywhere except the joint
Baby the reward is the journey
on high
So if ya haven’t, start lookin’
more than alive
‘Cos when it goes down, you get
no say in pickin’ sides or pickin’ time and that’s why
I’m only for the moment and not
for everyday
I left my mythril at the crib,
so baby fire away
Ran outta sunshine and pretty
words to say
You wanna turn the other cheek,
I wanna turn the grave
Get down or lie down, oh look
what I found
The little bit’a you that’s
gonna put the pride down
I wanna see you smile like you
don’t care
I’ll explain tomorrow mornin’
if we’re sober
Pre-Chorus
It’s only gettin’ worse, to be
honest I’m feelin’ great
So why go stop a good thing now
It’s only getting’ better with every
mistake
And ain’t no grave is gonna
hold me down- Mayda!
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CHORUS
Come get me, come get me, come get me
You’ll have to do more than run
Come with me, come with me, come with me
We’ll ride it like it’s stolen
It’s amazing, it’s amazing, it’s amazing
Baby, don’t think, just jump
Is this crazy? Is this crazy? Is this crazy?
Hopefully not enough
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Whether or not you get it high or get your kicks from getting’
low
You’re ridin’ with us at the moment, we appreciate it so
Now, I’ma tell ya somethin’ that you should immediately
know
This is that Freedom Cobra, Aqua Unit, Urban Home Flow
Run and tell ya mother’s mother’s daughter’s cousin’s
baby-boy
This train ain’t headed to Arkansas, this is the b-line
to Detroit
Your middle-class nice and passive aggressive ettiquette
is not welcome
These are the times where they will take your life and
turn around and sell it
Shut down your government aide- your government pay in
the name of debt
Tell ya to relax while they don’t plan to tax the top 2%
Oh no- but don’t worry where this thing is landed. Keep
it fly.
While we treat police like gravity, and defy- oh my
Told you to act your age, act your race, act your pace
Tell me how’s the cubicle’s whip & chain feel
Show me more than rhyme, more than hype, more than lights
Do you have a good repoire with your right-brain dear?
This ain’t an mp3, this is the sextape
Somehow my worst is goin’ better than your best take
Want you to look at me when you roll your eyes
I’ll explain tomorrow mornin’ if we’re both alive
Pre-Chorus
Chorus
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