Song 10

Lyrics

[Intro] Cha [Verse] Chain smoking on the 18th floor Aunt Jackie had the cinnamon rolls that keep you begging for more And park in Arkansas, we used to revolve through many altered cause Swing back like a revolving door To evolve, be quiet and get ready for more Like a cinnamon roll with a hole in the middle You gotta feel if it's really in your destiny Gonna go take the wheel, I'mma sit back and chill I don't get the appeal of a bitch with two Dodge Chargers and tats on her root chakra That's ill, black people meet defeat and we bring receipts Unify and keep thе cypher complete Thе god came back better than the rest of the fleet Aunt Jackie brought tea, crisp icy, we stomp through the heat I'm alive, feel the breeze, still sipping On the edge, I was still tipping Four million volts wattage I pump just to get my results I'm a pro, bet I get my results In the family we feel chaos, meaning calamity Take a step back so we can all push upward Lock hands with your brother Pull up or get pulled under Lock hands with your sister Unified it gets bigger [Sampled Outro] Obviously for the last few years you haven't been producing music, what do you do with the ideas and the dreams and the thoughts that are piling up in you? Well, I- at the moment, I guess I'm just sorta keeping it to myself, um I hope to, in the very near future, with the, uh, high tech technology and, um Voice, computers and, uh, all of that stuff maybe find a way to go back to writing and preparing compositions, uh However, you're right I have not written any more songs, um Well for a man as prolific as yourself, all these ideas must be- you must be carrying any number of songs, any number of ideas I'm sure I am, I-I have ideas, but, uh, if you can't jot them down or write them right away, or get them to music, sometimes, they fade like dreams