Lyrics

[Verse 1: André 3000] Lord be having mercy on my soul I'm having the impression that my life gon' be a bowl Of cherries, but it's very hard for me to cope Got tired of being broke This ATLien ain't got no time to sit and mope Made up my mind while y'all made up y'all beds On a cold wooden floor is where I laid my head Born in 1975, never thought I'd make it this far Still battling in this racial war Tryna find solutions to the situation I'm facing Only thing that's free is my flow that y'all be chasing Letting my niggas know before I go, I drop that knowledge Like dropping books; let's stop the crooks From robbing you of your brains and such Using welfare as a crutch I'm in it for good; you enter my hood, you won't be finding much Hope that when I'm gone, y'all remember this What we stood for: "Fuck that fame and that glitz" It's beginning to look a lot like the ending And got to be more careful, know what corners you be bending Revelations, getting impatient, and now, I'm dead Remember what I said; I'm gone, bow your heads [Verse 2: André 3000, Estelle & Tyler, The Creator] High as the cost of living I took what I've been given Pastor say, "Be strong" (Don't kill a rose) Ooh, yeah, hey (Before it could bloom) Fly, baby, fly Out the cocoon You don't have to hide I can smell it- I ain't got time! That there's something more- Ain't that much time left! Them words Ain't that much time left, I've got to funk you now