Late 808

Maybe you and I can’t do great things
We may not change the world in one day
But we still can change some things today
In our small way
Empty words are not enough
Where there’s hurt we’ll be a crush
When there’s thirst we’ll fill each other’s cup
Because we care we love enough to share

Make room for a little sweet love
The Lord is all around you, child
And that’s what you’re made of
Remember: there is a light
And it shines bright just for you
And you can’t cut yourself off from it
No matter what you do

Grandma’s hands clapped in church on Sunday morning
Grandma’s hands played a tambourine so well
Grandma’s hands used to issue out a warning
She’d say, “Billy don’t you run so fast
Might fall on a piece of glass
Might be snakes there in that grass,”
Grandma’s hands

Grandma’s hands sooth the local unwed mother
Grandma’s hands used to ache sometimes and swell
Grandma’s hands used to lift her face and tell her
She’d say, “Baby Grandma understands
That you really loved that man
Put yourself in Jesus’ hands.”
Grandma’s Hands

Grandma’s hands used to hand me piece of candy
Grandma’s hands picked me up each time I fell
Grandma’s hands, boy they really came in handy
She’d say, ” Mattie don’t you whip that boy
What you want to spank him for?
He didn’t drop no apple core,”
But I don’t have Grandma anymore
If I get to heaven I’ll look for
Grandma’s hands

I was up late night balling
So far from my past misfortune
No sleepin’, late nights no eatin’
Gun squeezing, I’m a real Artesian
Ramona, I was round that corner
Still down, I’m a Norf Norf soldier
G slide right down do Sawyer
When we slide, you won’t see morning
Another story of a young black man
Tryna make it up out that jam, god damn

Showtime our love’s coming out
Lights camera action show what we’re about cause it’s
Showtime our love’s breaking out
Let’s show the world you’re my boy
I’m your girl cause it’s
Showtime our love’s coming out
Lights camera action let it all hang out
Cause it’s showtime
Yeah our time is now
Let’s show the world you’re my boy
I’m your girl

Friends tell me I am crazy
That I’m wasting time with you
You’ll never be mine

That’s not the way I see it
‘Cause I feel you’re already mine
Whenever you’re with me

No need to ask
He’s a smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator

I woke up for some money, ayy, lil’ bitch
Too many opps in here, tell me who you with, ayy

Them sticks rocket shit up like the 4th of July, uh

‘Cause the way I do my deals, never treated like a artist
Want the house (House)
You could DM my accountant
My per diem six figures and I’m countin’

Who want the smoke? .223 came with the scope
Extended clip long as a rope
We wipe his nose, just like he had him a cold
I knew that boy was a ho

I’m like oh my God, shawty tender like a strip (Strip)
I’m like oh my God, shawty came in with the drip (Okay)
I’m like her and her friend (Her friend), came for the show (Ooh)
Her and her friend came for the show, I’m like, um
Can you do it simple just like lemonade? (Ooh, lemonade)
Can you do it simple just like lemonade? (Yeah, lemonade)
Can you do it simple just like lemonade? (Ooh, lemonade)
Can you do it simple just like lemonade? (Yeah, dawg, ooh)

Used to carry all the groceries in in one trip (Hercules)
Simply Minute Maid, gone in one sip (Drip, drip, drip)
Too much dip on my chip (Hey)
Stiff arm a jit to get my lip balm (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Used to carry all the groceries in in one trip (Hercules)
Simply Minute Maid, gone in one sip (Drip, drip, drip)
Too much dip on my chip (Hey)
Stiff arm a jit to get my lip balm (Hey, hey)

I’m from the streets, you gotta pay with your life, I got a way with the white
You just like your father and he was a rat, uh
So that mean he raising a mice, yeah
I had to trap through the night, yeah
I put that pack on a flight, yeah

Ayy, Panini, don’t you be a meanie
Thought you wanted me to go up
Why you tryna keep me teeny? I
It’s a dream, he wished it on a genie
I got fans finally, ain’t you wanting them to see me? I

I thought you want this for my life, for my life
Said you wanted to see me thrive, you lied

You – you talk about just every band
But the names you drop are second hand (second hand)
I’ve heard it all before
I – don’t wanna know your name
‘Cause you don’t look the same
The way you did before

Oh no, big Snoop Dogg
Back up in the heezee bay-bay
You jocking my style? You so crazy
Dre say, ain’t “No Limit” to this
As long as we drop gangsta shit

Me and Mrs Jones
We got a thing going on
We both know that it’s wrong
But it’s much too strong
To let it go now

I was walking through icy streams
That took my breath away
Moving slowly through westward water
Over glacial plains

And I walked off you
And I walked off an old me
Oh me, oh my, I thought it was a dream
So it seemed

I keep it realer than real

Yo! What you thought, Pun’s shit was weak? Now you can’t sleep
Gotta keep your eyes open wide and hide your face from the streets
I’m like the beast with a warrant, far from a law man
Gave you fair warnin’, now you on the stairs, fallin’
I’m callin’ out any rapper that I doubt, smack him in the mouth
Throw him in the yoke—boom—then I knock him out

If you meet me by the pier, bring the peer, we can menage
Ooh, your girl friend Nicki gots the back I like to massage (Yeah)
I’ll be in the city with them actresses
The Nissan is down there in the bottom of the lake (Yeah)
I’ll make sure we have a good time, a good time (Around 10)
I’ll make sure it’s a good time, a good time for you (I said, Around 10)

Been observant
Focus, where the Purp is
Courteous, so I’m bout as high as the scratist
Ain’t getting caught in and a quarter to a verdict
Know enough words to act ignorant on purpose

No more parties in L.A.
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh
No more parties in L.A.
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh
No more (Los Angeles)
Please (shake that body, party that bod-)
Please (shake that body, party that bod-)
Please (shake that body, party that body)

Hey, baby, you forgot your Ray Bans
And my sheets still orange from your spray-tan
It was more than soft porn for the K-Man
She remember my Sprinter, said “I was in the grape van”

Want a lot, can’t have everything
Can’t have everything
Want a lot, can’t have everything but I want everything

They want to see us, want to see us alone
They want to see us, want to see us apart
They want to see us, want to see us alone
They want to see us, want to see us apart

And I, just want to feel you’re there
And I don’t want to have to share our love
I try, but I get overwhelmed
When you’re gone I have no one to tell
And I, just want to feel you’re there
And I don’t want to have to share our love
I try but I get overwhelmed
All wrapped in cellophane, the feelings that we had

The streets got me thinking bout my man’s passing
Stashin, the lex with a passion, gotta make it happen
The block steamin’ and 12 K the cops schemin’
Security be on my back for wrong reason
I’m livin’ what I’m sayin’ on the block all day
Before I wasn’t sure, but now I know it’s the way
Like, if I get caught I’mma pay
Illegal life, livin’ trife, what can I say
Gettin bent, million dollar dream, Hennessee and Moët
While I’m chillin’ with my man on the wooden set, Front
I strike accurate you get wet
Whatever choice you select handle appropriately
Baby 9, murder my crime, you a fake
Lefrak shine, just wait
I need half outta that cake of regulate
Taken while you scheme and contemplate
Only results in the 360 action
But if it come back, then I’m pumpin double action
Blastin, tearin’ niggas physicals in
Try and contend, you gets no days with no wins
My clientele excel is like the devil’s spell
Drove me to the streets young
So now I know it well

I’m sure we’re taller in another dimension
You say we’re small and not worth the mention
You’re tired of movin’, your body’s achin’
We could vacay, there’s places to go
Clearly this isn’t all that there is
Can’t take what’s been given
But we’re so okay here, we’re doing fine
Primal and naked
You dream of walls that hold us in prison
It’s just a skull, least that’s what they call it
And we’re free to roam

1989 the number another summer (get down)
Sound of the funky drummer
Music hitting your heart cause I know you got soul
(Brothers and sisters, hey)
Listen if you’re missing y’all
Swinging while I’m singin’
Giving whatcha gettin’
Knowing what I knowin’
While the Black band’s sweating
And the rhythm rhymes rolling
Got to give us what we want
Gotta give us what we need
Our freedom of speech is freedom of death
We got to fight the powers that be
Lemme hear you say
Fight the power

Moon river, wider than a mile
I’m crossing you in style someday
A dream maker (maker)
My heart (you heart) breaker
Wherever you’re goin’, I’m goin’ that way (the same)

Two drifters off to see the world
There’s such a crazy world to see
We’re all chasin’ after all the same
Chasin’ after our ends

A little bit of Florida
A little bit of Georgia
And a whole lot of country in my soul

You see my roots are buried deep down in the south
And these boots don’t get muddy from sitting around
Out here in the holler we work hard for a dollar
From sun up to sun down
Well I ain’t been handed a thing from the man
And all that I own I got with my own hands
I work hard and play hard so don’t be alarmed
That’s just who I am

Maybe it’s time to let the old ways die
Maybe it’s time to let the old ways die
It takes a lot to change a man
Hell, it takes a lot to try
Maybe it’s time to let the old ways die

I wanna be the one who keeps you up at night
Cling to the memory of how I brushed your sides
‘Cause I’m just a puzzle piece trying to fit just right
So I could be someone who’s stuck inside your mind

Oh, it hurts the most ’cause I don’t know the cause
Maybe I shouldn’t have cried when you left and told me not to wait
Oh, it kills the most to say that I still care
Now I’m left tryna rewind the times you held and kissed me back
I wonder if you’re thinkin’ “Is she alright all alone?”
I wonder if you tried to call, but couldn’t find your phone
Have I ever crossed your thoughts because your name’s all over mine
A moment in time, don’t watch me cry
A moment in time, don’t watch me cry

Don’t kill a rose
Before it could bloom
Fly, baby, fly
Out the cocoon

So can I get a window seat?
Don’t want nobody, next to me
I just want a ticket outta town
A look around, and a safe touch down
Can I get a window seat?
Don’t want nobody, next to me
I just want a chance to fly
A chance to cry, and a long bye