RIGHT ON

Lyrics

[Intro] If you are not already, please get drunk before listening to this song [Part I] [Chorus] Right on! Right on! Right on! Right on! Right on! Right on! Right on! Right on! (Huh, huh, huh) [Verse 1] Need something to draw, need something to write on I see electricity in the pylons Look at it running the race, everything you doing erased What it feel like? Hit with the mace Tight pace that I'm keeping, got the reaper on me Like you, what the hell would I be? Without it, if you think it, shout it Lost my mind, I think I found it away Live to fight, another bright day I am God, so why would I pray? You are God, above a white page The creator, maker of rage Painter paint the canvas, I ate the mantis I saved the pandas, I hate they brand us Can us, like some Campbells Jesus had no socks under his sandals I can't ride a bike without the handles I can't ride a scooter, have a tutor Shoot the Buddha, eat some gouda Say it ruder, tell who did I trample Ramble on about some nonsense, I'm unconscious I don't have cricket for a conscience Kelp Forest, where the Magic Conch is Violent crucifying like I'm Pontius Pilot flying high above Olympus She's an angel, give that bitch a nimbus Bengal tiger biting off your fingers How am I supposed to eat these Pringles? Image in your head is how I want it Finish on the bed and lie upon it [Chorus] Right on (Yuh, yuh) Right on (Yuh, yuh) Right on (Yuh, yuh) Right on (Yuh, yuh) Right on (Yuh, yuh) Right on (Yuh, yuh) On (Woah) (Yuh, yuh) [Part II] [Intro] Lil Darkie This one just for fun Lil Darkie! This one just for fun Spider Gang [Chorus] In the car, I'm moving fast Foot up on the gas Everything we tend to pass Leave it in the past I know what my momma asked I just didn't answer Got her foot up on the dash She my tiny dancer [Verse 1] She my tiny dancer Move it, hula girl Not a girl with cuter curls I'ma stack these commas We could be like the Obamas (Uh) We could rule the world Baby girl, just pick a country Ain't worried bout no money Ain't worried bout no- -fast [Chorus] Foot up on the gas Everything we tend to pass Leave it in the past I know what my momma asked I just didn't answer Got her foot up on the dash She my tiny dancer [Verse 2] Breakin-breaking down the gas Don't want, smoke want cancer You could- you could- you could ask You can't get me cancelled Shake it- shake it- shake your ass How it in yo' pants too? "How he do it?" You could ask Grip this pen, no pencil Baby, baby, baby girl Shake that ass for a nigga, I'll give you the world (Uh) Man, I love it how you bend yo' back and make it curl (Uh) Yeah, I put that necklace on yo' shit, like pearls (Uh) Yeah, I cook that rock, I stir it, make it twirl [Part III] [Intro] Yuh I got a story for y'all (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, I do, I do, I do) But I gotta kinda build it up a little bit (Lil' bit, lil' bit, lil' bit) I've been having a lot of bad dreams lately (I have, I have, I have) And no matter what the fuck I do, they won't go away (They won't, they won't, they won't) So I'ma talk about the place in my brain that I think they stay (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh) Yuh, yuh [Verse 3] Look I had a dream about that nigga there in that photo (Okay, okay) I had a dream that I shot you and yo' niggas in that photo And it ain't right, bad dreams clouding up my sight Can't get any rest in the night Why the hell when I close my eyes, am I not surprised? Someone always dies Why the hell when I close my pupils, someone you lose comes to life? There ain't shit to fight, there ain't shit to point at with the pipe Somethin' in my mental isn't right Maybe it's all the hating-ass niggas talkin' to me every day about how the fuck they got a problem with what I be doin' Maybe it's this hating-ass bitch tellin' Lil Darkie not to say the n-word, even though she ain't knew him And I'm always talking about spreadin' love and positivity, so maybe it's a little hard for me to put that shit behind me and say, "Screw 'em" Or lawyer up, and go sue 'em What am I doin'? It's hard for me to let go of the hate Especially when I want you to do great Especially when them fuckers stall my fate And you distractin' me because you ain't wit' it Now, my brain say, "Slit it, take yo' blood and paint wit' it Do it 'til you faint, do it 'til you can't anymore" I'll do this 'til I can't anymore Is that my blood, or the paint on the floor? Is that my blood, or the paint on the floor I'm just a person whose mental state tend to worsen, now I'm cursin' on a track Oh, you wear a beanie? That jack is my nightcap Spittin' heavy, you ain't ready, insider, you might crack I knew a mother of one son, one daughter, liked crack (Listen, listen, listen) She was my friend, she got kicked out of her apartment for bringing the children harm And it's scarring, my brain alarmin', I saw it Her husband drinkin' 'til he barely was thinkin' They like my music, though (Oh, we love your music!) I see you got them bodies, but you ain't actin' a human, though How you let your kids see you separate, then abuse 'em, though? Momma smokin' cigs on the corner and Daddy boozin' mo' Now that bitch a racist 'cause her husband is fuckin' wit' darker faces, ain't puttin' dick where her waist is And she can't afford no braces to give her daughter some teeth, but she talking to one my friends about how she would suck his dick if he drove her to ATM So she the pullin' the money out, and she spendin' it all on coke Now she broke it and want it back, so she switchin' over to crack I rap about whippin' rock, but I never do that for real 'Cause it's funny just when you talk And it's not when you skippin' meals And it's not when your skin, it peels And it's not when you makin' deals And it's not when you got the cops taking children away It feels too close to home [Part IV] [Intro] Tell us another one, Darkie I'll try (No ad-libs) Fuck Yeah Yuh, yuh [Verse 4] Uh Back in high school, uh, I had this girl She meant the world to a nigga—that's a pearl, that's a gem In the end, she ended up wit' my friend Now let me tell you how this steaming pile of bullshit began Back in sophomore year, I couldn't drop more tears (Uh) Because my last girl kicked me to the curb, not in the city in the 'burbs I'm sittin' pretty with the birds, finally over that shit Uh, "Will anybody love me?" Pulling clovers, I rip them out In PE I'm sittin' out, she just wanna talk She invite me to her crib after class, "Okay, why not?" I'm door knockin', but she took me inside, led me to her room Uh, then she pulled off all my clothes without askin' me; she assumed I was for it I should've known right there, mission aborted Ain't no relationship she want; she want dick and she looking for it She said, "Did you bring the condoms?" as if I had caused a problem I'm lying naked on her bed, feeling raped and fucked in the head So she apologized, "I'm just into taller guys" She said that she was in the wrong, and I shouldn't tell anyone So I forgave her—first mistake It's hard to say it when you love someone, that person fake Mistook attention for true love and so we start to date I'm with the bitch for two years, and it's perfect—wait In senior year and she telling me she want smoke and do drugs, like the lean and coke And she thinkin' that datin' me, it prevent her from bein' free I'm like, "Baby, what do you mean? I been giving you everything, I been living my life for you, I thought we were part of a team?" And so she leave, and my homie tell me I'll be fine, and that he really feel me Dealing poorly, start to smoke a lot, now I'm a fucking greenie Caught a case, so she definitely stay away, no free me At lunch I see her wit' him and I know that he can see me Ho' meet me at the bike racks, fight back You bony piece of shit, you was my homie, I ain't know that it was like that But that nigga might be the reason I write raps Hope my Indian fingers might put a divot in yo' white ass Uh, bullied in middle school and bullied after I did time Commit crimes, I ain't worried 'bout fuckin', I want that money and I lick minds Bumpin' ScHoolboy Q, having some sick times Sellin' weed, and you know you my nigga if you get big dimes I was born from the darkness, once an innocent kid, spray paintin' where the park is Don't go swimmin' where the shark is [Part V] [Intro] Well, I hope you enjoyed that story of my youth Now it's time for this journey through my mind to come to an end I hope you're ready (Please keep all hands, arms, feet, and legs inside your thoughts at all times) Ha! Yuh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh [Verse 5] Troubled kid with the troubled mind Troubled kid with the troubled past In the trouble I grew up fast In the rubble I sit my ass down Huh, I smoke you like I smoke that grass (Huh) I broke him like I broke that glass (Huh) I dropped out, ain't got no class Had to cut off a lot of friends Had to cut off a lot of people 'Cause lots of people 'round me were evil 'Cause lots of niggas were weak and feeble Omm Thank God that I got out alive My momma never lost faith in my mind [Bridge] Let it out (Aahh) Let it out (Aahh) Let it out (Aahh) Let it out (Aahh) Let it out (Aahh) Let it out (Aahh) Let it out (Aahh) Let it out (Aahh) [Verse 6] I was young I used to play with Legos 'til the morning sun (Huh, huh) I used to play with Legos, now it's boring, son (Huh, huh) No one would play with me; I'm the foreign one (Huh, huh) He ain't had no butthole, so I tore him one (Huh, huh) I didn't know what a country was, now I'm touring one (Huh, huh) All I wan' do is get on tracks, I was born to run (Huh, huh) In the field I grip that stick, it's a hole-in-one (Huh, huh) Why would you commit a crime with a stolen gun? Uh, rat-a-tat-tat Grip that gat and push his hat back Uh, your momma proud of you now? (Huh) No, she's not, this much is true now (Huh-huh) [Hook] Right on (You're damn right, right-ta) Right on (You're damn right) Right on (You're damn right) Right on (Right, right-ta-ta-ta, yeah) Right on, right on Right on, right on Right on, right on Right on, right on (Yuh, yuh) [Outro] As you go, remember this Where there is Yin, there is always Yang (Yang coming soo—)