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Spillage Village

Bears Like This

 

Bears Like This

(album: Bears Like This - 2014)


Funny I see everything with my eyes closed
Inside my dome, I open up and see some blind souls
I take a sip of Henny, fifth, light up a white boy
I never trip, 'cause every slip-up makes my mind grow
That's fasho
Earned another stripe, being real today
I must be a zebra, or a cheetah, speeding to my prey, okay
When you come into my kingdom (Yeah, uh), I'm predator, you're prey, okay, okay

Yeah
I woke up to a fat ass booty today
I'll prolly roll a fat ass doobie today
Signed the boobie of a groupie today
Cartoon, Rocket Power on the beach, like a shoobee
Prolly cop a tool before I leave
For my moms, she's just enjoying the breeze
She read the Psalms, my songs ain't ready to hit her ears yet
And if I ever disappoint her, yeah I fear that
So I'mma keep writing until my words ready for that angel to hear that
Oh Lo-, oh Lord speak to me, I need every sentence
Every word show me that I am walking and how you live it
I'm trying, it's kinda different
I hope I don't get it wrong
But the missions never impossible
When the J in J-I-D's for James Bond
From the heavens, stretch them long arms
I say I promise I won't stray
He replies, "Why the tie?"
On the tip, [?]
I got your whole family
And your bruhs like Joe Batman and Jerry Shamlee
And my niggas be hurting, we go back like the four Horsemen
And I've always been the shortest
But cooler than a polar bear's toes or some eskimo's fortress
Never forget the past, but the futures on the rise like a forklift
Then I'll prolly stop smoking and get up off this porch, shit
You know they make it hard to get healthy
If you ain't balling, can't support shit
And that shit's unfortunate
They kill off the poor and the minorities
They tryna get us put in the morgue

Oh shit
Then done let a nigga in
They finally see the light like Mr. Benjamin
Get high praise like my light-skinned woman friends
I mix this Henn' up with the juice, I hope she let me hit again
Look, I know you go to church, but tell me when you tryna sin
Give into your temptations, quick, the sun's rising
My cup run is over, I am capsizing
Hey, we can meet when it's over, then I reconvene with my soldiers
And plot to infiltrate the culture, our weapons is out the holster
So you laugh and click clack, sit back, and watch what happen
It's either divine intervention, hieroglyphs or mathematics
But you can't say we ain't warned you bastards
You see the signs, there's niggas out throwing their lives away
What happened to our women now, they either bi or gay
How we expect to go farther when being brought up with no father
Play a part in that flip-flop phase
Ain't no nigga tryna raise a daughter
Well shit, I'm tryna raise mine, that's why I take time
To cultivate these lines and say what's on my mind
Seek until I find, grind until I shine
Like the gold they traded bodies for, but couldn't buy their soul
So that was passed down to me
And when they talking bills now, I turn down two mill'
And I demand three, I guess I'm demanding
Go to the wind, don't blow in my wings, straight up

Yo, I'm in Wisconsin again, binge drinking
Call the search off, I think I found my bag of weed
And I'm thinking of buying this trailer home, for the weekend
Stash in it with art supplies, painting the insides, whatever
And the outside's clearly where you fucking sleeping
Told you nearly yearly that shit gon' take, taking the shit with the favor under my piss
And it's great, it's really great
I think I can see the, wait
You see that siren with that bubble butt
K-pack, a double dutch
Lay, as I bust her guts
Late, Trump diving in designer
Sport line, and I don't even know
I'm ATVing, getting mud in the crud of my toes in somebody clothes
Swamped out the SWAT team, city's on pigs, neos and nots
Hopped out the tomb, ugly as 65 and Watts
We the is, y'all niggas not
We the biz, y'all niggas sitting on empty lots
Stack the straw with my stocks
And I'm stoned, like a road lot
Leaving home with the phone and the Navajo
Taking peyote shots to the dome on the lake
Game fresh, hope they let me on with my lumber long
Y'all, I know it is, we so hospitable, hit your Twitter bone
Please don't let me lose command, I just slept on these bare floors
Singing simple songs, back in hippo rumps
I'm just tryna the best fucking me I can be in the long
Grown with the integers, to all bitches in size
From long distance, lock eyes at the show
And after that they all kisses, then my dick
Long and I'm coming every strong menace
And I'm home when I'm finished, look
And they still play my shit like it's a day old
I hope they all think that we made it, low
I still be thinking 'bout flying and thinking of things like dying
And waking up in the middle of some, back at it
Back working, fucking shit up, memories of honeysuckles
Every time I think about your girl, my dick turn to a fountain (Ayy)
Gain the footing, Barney Rubble, man y'all know y'all in trouble (Ayy)

Yeah
Where do we come from?
Drum patterns got me feeling my roots, undone
Shallow graves make it easy to return from
Mankind, same mistakes we tend to learn from
If this for you, then what's for me?
It isn't true, the victim's me
That you can see, but you can bet your last sin that Hell is deep
Had a falling out
Loneliness, focused on the creek
Every other week, pockets on leak, woe is me
Iris on bleed, it hurts to see pain, then hit the dark
I park a Rolls on Royce on petty lane, I copped it from scar
If I don't give him up for killing his broad
Lying ass niggas fucking it up
We the metal where the socket is, we popping or what
Zeus be Copping from us, Mount Olympus is for peasants, not us
No, no feathers for us
Maybe for our father, guardians
To the day we headed to the heavens from LaGuardia
Spillage Village to the fucking cloggage in my arteries
Farther than a father's father be
I'm well out, like those college classes last semester
Shit, I fell out, I ain't finished, but out
So what I figured I'm 'bout
I'm 'bout my family, my niggas in doubt
I think about failure often
Hit a stage in Austin, break a leg before we tour to Boston
Falling victimless to caution (Uh-huh)
I take a peek inside my coffin

Sitting on my bed, 2: 13 A.M
Scared to go to sleep, too many gruesome three A.M.'s
Angel at my window, tap, tap, tap, I let her in
And when I die, she come to live, and the juices start to blend
Heart eyes, emoji, the smart guy speaks slowly
And a car ride, with an arsonist, 'cause dark knight's my homie
Inside your head's just the humor of the lonely
Chew on shroms and just let loose, but don't let Lucifer control me
Hope me no confuse you, hope me no eludes you
The tyrant's tower crumbles in the presence of a loose screw
And that just goes to show, you better watch who you let rule you
No one should have more influence on your life than you do
Loopy ass nigga, I'm boo boo, coo coo
And a coup d'état with a group of Zulus, who like to keep the tool handy
And we staying' on your tongue like blue candy
And is it just me, or is the industry a little Ku Klux Klanny
You do drugs like too much, that's prolly true
At work, staring at the wall for like an hour too
Been a heavy day dreamer, since a child in school
My pop's would get up in my face, like, "Boy, what's wrong with you?"
Misunderstood genius, it's such a cliché understatement
But I say it so that I help y'all kids relate
And truthfully, without Venus, I wouldn't be here today
Was in a real dark place back in the Spring of 2008
But I stayed for the return of the thinking black man
Drinking Jack Dan, my city ain't said shit since the age of the snap dance
And I ain't bitter 'bout it, I just been about putting something a little different out
Spillage Village, how 'bout it?
Tighter than kangaroo pouches, down to those dangerous objects
This song recorded on the day Mandela died
And how you celebrate his life?
Put one in the air, let your brain get hella fried
The revolution won't be televised

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