Southside

(album: Dreamland: Telegraph Ave. - 2015)

[Ellen Purtell:]
Staring, at the ceiling, for a moment, we're frozen
Then we start to go fast but I wanted less
Take me up... upper
Staring, at the ceiling, for a moment, we're frozen
Then we start to go fast but I wanted less
Take me up... upper

[Rexx:]
Cell phone ringing, I don't know the number
I don't pick up, but you know I'm on the under
When I be sliding through the south, southside
I be out the way, ducking undercover
With a bad lil thang, cause you know I'm thinking of her
When I be sliding through the south, southside

Facetiming cause I like to see that pretty face
Slide a titty, that'll make me feel some type of way
That's word to my rich homies
It's hard to walk through the club with your bitch on me, pulling me down
I get it rocking when I be in the town
They throwing money, I would rather throw a couple of rounds
To my rounds, and my guys, and these women on my line
I got em, trying my hardest not to think of my problems
Cause lately, I've been stressing
Like I got too much on my mind, mind
It seems like when you're winning
You, you can't get em off your line, line
That's probably why my

Cell phone ringing, I don't know the number
I don't pick up, but you know I'm on the under
When I be sliding through the south, southside
I be out the way, ducking undercover
With a bad lil thang, cause you know I'm thinking of her
When I be sliding through the south, southside

Look, I still hope you flash a smile when they bring up my name
Went from friends to friendly fucking, crazy how shit can can change
You apartment look crazy, this ain't from a minimum wage
If I slide through after midnight, you know I came
You know what it is, my Marshawn, you know why I'm here
I'm beast mode with a beard
Dropping gems in your beard
And you a gem by yourself
I think I found a treasure chest
You're a symbol of wealth, the trophy wife on a shelf
And you could see it on me
That low key I been trying fuck, fuck
But, you gon' make me work for it
You gon' make me work for it, before you give it up, up
I hope it's you when the

Cell phone ringing, I don't know the number
I don't pick up, but you know I'm on the under
When I be sliding through the south, southside
I be out the way, ducking undercover
With a bad lil thang, cause you know I'm thinking of her
When I be sliding through the south, southside