Late 808

What are we trying to say?
What if we do what comes to mind?
And whatever we’re trying to say
Hope it don’t blur these
Lines
Lines

Backroads and cold beer are my down-home prayer
Can’t get no closer to the Man upstairs
Than way out there, where the river runs
Lord knows I’d be one hell of a disciple
If bein’ country was in the Bible
Hallelujah, amen
Heaven blessed this life I live
Hallelujah, amen, amen

One plus one equals two which means me and you

Nightly negotiations with the moon
Whoever’s listening
All the miles between us got me messed up
Got me trippin’

I’m in your arms in Central Park

I don’t get sleepy off no melatonin
My therapist put in a thirty-day notice
‘Cause I keep on talkin’ ’bout beefin’ and business and money and women, there’s no diagnosis

Said I know she loves the attention
That she get when she moves
Showin’ out with her home girls
And she got me watching too, girl

It’s the bodega cat and I’m back in the house

On the road again
Just can’t wait to get on the road again
The life I love is making music with my friends
And I can’t wait to get on the road again

On the road again
Goin’ places that I’ve never been
Seein’ things that I may never see again
And I can’t wait to get on the road again

Lights may burn brighter at night
But I can’t see nothing that I like
The night we don’t need to hide behind
I love you most in the daylight

From LES way to uptown
My Dominicani diamond know the way I get down
See, I’m the big bass, long dreads, big braids
On my way to you, Bedstuy, J train
Riding L-I-TT ’cause she rep Long Island
Shout out Big Diss
My Muslim brother in Harlem
Took me to the fifth spot
Where I begged for your pardon
Then I gave you my number
And I’m glad that you called it

I chased my dream so much, it ran
I can’t make jokes without your laugh, it seems

Lifestyles of the rich and famous
Bought a big house and a whole lot of Ranges
A fresh new couch and a whole lot of trainers
A closet full of clothes and some brand new dangers
And, some Mexican floral arrangers
A great big TV that’ll entertain us
Some colorful commissions from some high-paid painters
Someone to take the rap so that I stay stainless
And, a new relationship with a banker
And two pinky rings for my manicured fingers
A trained German Shepherd that bark when it’s angered
To watch my possessions and look out for strangers
And, a fifty-foot yacht with an anchor
A young supermodel that shall remain nameless
Ups and the downs, the sames and the changes
All the money in the world don’t make it painless, no

Everybody know we gettin’ skrilla

Sitting here wasting my time
Would be like waiting for the sun to rise
It’s all too clear things come and go
Sitting here waiting for you
Would be like waiting for winter
It’s gonna be cold, there may even be snow

I feel like I’m in Prince’s house
Purple paint all on the walls, uh-huh

Oh don’t you see it now?
I’m staying for a little while
Oh don’t you see it now?
I’m staying for a little while

I’ve been around the world, I’m not impressed
I’ve been around the world, I’m not impressed
Three Michelin stars, I’m not impressed

The New York Times, yeah

The New York Times

Extra, extra, read all about it

They say you can win anywhere if you can win here

And you ain’t been nowhere if you ain’t been here

Hustle hard, yeah it really ain’t a game mane

Same places, different faces on the train mane

New York, New York

All the single ladies (All the single ladies)
All the single ladies (All the single ladies)
All the single ladies (All the single ladies)
All the single ladies
Now put your hands up

Is this what you wanted?
Is this what you need?

Sometimes I feel like I just wanna go back to my old ways

One day we’ll all be gone
No trace left of this song
You and me
Ashes and dust
All that’s left of us
And that’s been on my mind
No answers there to find
Silly me
Thinking too much

Hello, I got places to be
Like me next to you, and you next to me

I know I shouldn’t wait for your call
I tell myself I didn’t fall for you
I know I put the struggle on myself
Real women are busy, real women never wait
Can’t take my hands off the phone
No new message is shown
Another word and I’m blown
Another minute I’m gone

Andy Warhol looks a scream
Hang him on my wall
Andy Warhol, Silver Screen
Can’t tell them apart at all

I ain’t never rep a set, baby
Ain’t do no wrong
I could clean up good for you
Oh, I know right from wrong
‘Cause I wanna make it so badly
I’m a million-dollar baby, don’t at me
I ain’t never rep a set, baby
Ain’t do no wrong
I could clean up good for you
Oh, I know right from wrong
‘Cause I wanna make it so badly
I’m a million-dollar baby, don’t at me (No, no, no)

Let Your Conscience set you free

Do whatever you want

I gotta find peace of mind
I know another cord…
I gotta find peace of mind
See, this what that voice in your head says
When you try to get peace of mind
I gotta find peace of mind, I gotta find peace of mind

He says it’s impossible, but I know it’s possible
He says it’s impossible, but I know it’s possible

This ain’t no tall order, this is nothin’ to me
Difficult takes a day, impossible takes a week
I do this in my sleep, I sold kilos of coke (So?)
I’m guessin’ I can sell CDs
I’m not a businessman, I’m a business, man
Let me handle my business, damn

I know I have good judgment, I know I have good taste
It’s funny and it’s ironic that only I feel that way

Darling, won’t you take me home?
Send me shivers somewhere I used to go
Wrap my name across your mouth
When I let my feelings down
Darling, won’t you take me home?
Yeah, won’t you take me

Find something worth saving
It’s all for the taking
I always say

We walk together
We’re walking down the street
And I just can’t get enough
And I just can’t get enough

Youngins ice-grillin’ me, oh, you not feelin’ me?
Fine, it cost you nothin’, pay me no mind
Look, I’m on my grind, cousin, ain’t got time for frontin’
Sensitive thugs, y’all all need hugs
Damn, little mans, I’m just tryna do me
If the record’s two mil’, I’m just tryna move three