NEW ORLEANS

Lyrics

[Intro: Matt Champion] "—perfectly fine, that's fine!" [Verse 1: Dom McLennon] Said nigga, brother, nigga, brother, what you living for? Is you gon' finish what you started? What you quitting for? They told me God gave me a mission, but I'm missing the supplies to complete it I ain't the one you should read in, I'm used to being defeated So nigga, brother, who you standing with? I'm independent 'cause these parties never planned for this Brother nigga with a brain, unintentionally swerving in every lane The feeling's never the same, you chase what you couldn't gain I'm so accustomed to flames, I couldn't tell you what's fire Situation is dire, hear them calls from the choir The disposition acquired from my position on Earth Is telling me, "Decapitate everything for what it's worth" When I die, these words gon' need separate caskets and a hearse I don't rhyme, I freeze time and let these hands just do the work I'm in tandem with my curse, going manic since my birth See the canvas as I planned it, I'm commanding with my nerves, ah [Chorus: Kevin Abstract] Tell 'em boys, don't run from us I been down too long, cousin I been down too long, brother Tell the world, I ain't scared of nothing Tell the world, I ain't scared of jumping Tell my boy I want a crib in London Tell the world to stop tripping, I'll Build a different house with some different functions Tell 'em boys, don't run from us I been down too long, cousin I been down too long, brother Tell the world, I ain't scared of nothing Tell the world, I ain't scared of jumping Tell my boy I want a crib in London Tell the world to stop tripping, I'll Build a different house with some different functions [Bridge: bearface] Try to treat man like baby Feel the teeth sink in like rabies Ah ah-ah, ah, ah-ah-ah ah Ah ah-ah, ah, ah-ah-ah ah Boy, you know you don't look fly Them gold chains turn your neck green, bye Ah ah-ah, ah, ah-ah-ah ah Ah ah-ah, ah, ah-ah-ah ah [Verse 2: Matt Champion] Nothin' different now (Woo!) all around now (Woo!) Who you keep around now? That's a big reflection Don't like how they talkin' to me—why they walkin' to me? Wear your shit upon your sleeve, soul projectin' on me Sense is your surround sound, what's your take on me? Kill the ego now, what that make of me? Angle widescreen, couple sips of Tanqueray I'ma throw a couple punches, I'ma do it anyway Chin up, little son, I'm slidin' like the macarena Lose time, pen it, style spiced up, jalapeño Supersonic, move through tunnel, two-wheel cycle, Spike Lee Silence crowd better than 9 millimeter with extended suppressor Bustin' out the function, highly comfortable Got this Martine on my body, man, my sweat lethal Sweet kisses like the candy out the carnival I'ma call my own shots, hit the audible [Verse 3: Joba] Impending death is the only sign of life I'm throwing Hail Marys 'til I die Throw it up, all I have is peace of mind, throwin' up Have my wings clipped, I don't need them shits Learn to fly again Fast track to last place, I swear I've never been up top but I'm up here somewhere Out here, nobody can tell me shit Shit, never mind what I did back then You should take a look at yourself instead Maybe you can find yourself, love yourself Here's to health and here's to wealth, all together now [Chorus: Kevin Abstract & Jaden] Tell 'em boys, don't run from us I been down too long, cousin I been down too long, brother Tell the world, I ain't scared of nothing Tell the world, I ain't scared of jumping Tell my boy, I want a crib in London Tell the world to stop tripping, I'll Build a different house with some different functions Tell 'em boys, don't run from us I been down too long, cousin I been down too long, brother Tell the world, I ain't scared of nothing Tell the world, I ain't scared of jumping Tell my boy, I want a crib in London Tell the world to stop tripping, I'll Build a different house with some different functions [Verse 4: Merlyn Wood] Hoo! Voodoo Man Momma took me to the church, and I sang a hymn Co—Colonized Chris-ti-an Now I'm losing my reli-gi-on God damn, so narcissistic this millennium Fuck you and the bubble that you livin' in I don't go to church, but I'm so spiritual Pulled my life out of dirt, that's a miracle If Jesus was a pop star, would he break the bank? All these diamonds in my face, I'm shining like the day I'm living in my prime, man, what can I say? If the service is a hour, I'm a hour late