My Brother, The Wind
Crazy Nigeria wallet
And I'm not here
You know what I'm sayin'?
Gotta let it go
Tryna both-hand grip the whip, got me parrying
Nigerian wallet made out of snake
Long face in the bank, short change
This tour would feel like forty states
Why we goin' home, patrol the gate
What's goin' on, I'm in the mall with the Jordan face
High as Hell
Keep the reggie, off a seventy of wedding cake
Tan Cressi' chain heavenly, the blessings came
Might stretch a bit, but never cave on the bends
Barricades, bloodstained messages I never sent
My brain left, see what's left, on the left
Etch A Sketch what I live
Shiverin', erasin' what I did
Opaque, be complacent as the wind
My brother, like Sun Ra, we all need you
Godspeed You! Black Emperor
Dark legions, what's the run-down
Lump sum's a piece of summer, guns now
And let me hit the spliff before that bitch run out
I heard it's up to us, more than enough
I know I'm playin' to tough crowds
Convert the data 'til our races can whip the bus 'round
We 'bout to shake the taco truck down
Nah, I'm playin' point a couple at the buss down
I'm on La Brea sayin'
Honestly, my nigga
Don't even trip on like whether you gon' do a good job or a bad job
Or other- all that other shit, man
You just gotta- you just gotta be there, man
You just gotta pull up (yeah)
You just gotta-
Just be present, bro, like fuck life
Oh man, am I- am I gonna fuck up for the rest- so what?
You just gotta be there, man
You gon' fuck up if you not
(Yup, so let me get, uh, chicken sandwich)
Aight
Uh, can I get a, um, chicken sandwich
And a, uh, a carne asada burrito