Where We'Re From
Marc E. Bassy
3:27This be my post modern, soul-parody Depressed, so I can speak with sincerity My lips is pierced with vodka, true clarity Kicked in the door like J Cole's house apparently You thought the kids that were raising these new blocks Would change the world, be the brains, let's talk like 2Pac Instead, we talk about nothing but these ooh wops Chasing bread, only focused on making the crew pop Hip hop is dead and other mutterings that I stutter I didn't mean it, but I'm scrolling to find Drake's baby mother I get restless in the winter, be coked out for the summer I know better, like I'm prezi, sucker free, raised by my mother Fuck the other side, rival gang or parents, let's get lost tonight Like we Hov and Ye in Paris Everybody feel the passion, do a dance keep it mashin' Shoo shoo shoo, house party, where I was gassing I know that things change If I ever cop a range I'd let the brains hang So I drive around my city, watch me maintain Maybe picking up the pace, but we don't change lanes We can't change lanes Other side, rival gang or parents, let's get lost tonight Like we Hov and Ye in Paris, every other side Rival gang or parents, let's get lost tonight Look at how fast you drink this wine You drink this shit to forget the time, you know You make it look like it not fine You make it look like you're doin' fine Only you, only you can know what's on your mind Post modern, on the fax and Melrose Its like your fighting blind If the shoe fits for whom the bell tolls Maybe your wasting all this time Post Modern, on the fax and Melrose And it looks so easy If the shoe fits for whom the bell tolls Let's get lost tonight And now we feeling free When heroes die time is froze on LA streets Never for a second I need