Empty Bottles Of Water
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Alright, hot light, we are the world, destiny's crib?
Hahaha, aw, shit, man
Check it, peep this out
Man, sitting alone's crazy, sometimes amazing
Physical on the couch, but mentally, yo, I'm grazing in the grass
Staring through the glass, filled with time
Just hanging in the air, but it really ain't there
My rhyme was dope, a couple seconds ago
Couldn't even peep my own flows
Sometimes, that's how it goes
Don't even catch myself, when I'm wandering 'round the badlands
Being the bad man, looking for a lid in hand
You probably think I'm bugging, when I say that I'm the president
And all these other dudes, are hesitant
I got the answer to everything, it's all in how the door swings
Your way or that way out there, I'm right there
Purple hills, and purple pills, are for people who probably
Never permanently tried to get live, you lied
Prepaid hip hop, taking over the two Jeep
But this marijuana I'm smoking, steady, take heed
And every time I blow, she tell me something she knows
A very good listener, we rap back to back
And rat pack shorties, is always telling a story
They too busy watching Glory and Belly
Wishing for a celly, with the flipdown talk switch, just to pop shit
But this group I came with, we on some rock and roll shit
Psychedelic paragraphs, I might be thinking too fast
Answers in the form of a
My brother, don't ask
Half the time I don't know, it make sense and then it don't
I grab ahold, and let go 'cause, it's all for show
And when the curtains come down, I'm still giving a pound
With the same frown, as Mike T with the pro sound
And the know-how, I think I go now, and wonder how
That bottle, that looked full, was really empty
We got 40 bottles of water, empty up on the wall
Spinning around, like an R and B singer, under a waterfall
Releasing the souls, trapped inside, neglected record
Translating to rap, capped loop to five
The second, to sequence the frequencies with ease
Moving through the cosmos, remembering the breeze
With the sound, of the whispering leaves, in an endless forest
Where lives are won, and lost beneath every tree
Stand in it, the infinite expansive mind dance
And catch an overnight flight, to France, to water the plants
I travel to a beach, where each and every wave
Sounds like, an Ultimate Breaks and Beats
And the streets are paved, with slip mats
Sitting in cafรฉs, with hip cats, in cantinas in Lima
Drinking a six-pack, then get back to my life, where I'm at
Turning on my porch light, cleaning off my welcome mat
So stop by sometime, we'll drop a rhyme or two
And sit up on the porch, and drink a cold brew
Watching the sunset, as it moves through the haze
We can melt, into the music, of Los Angeles daze
The sun raised the morning of praise, the warning of ways changing
I'll probably see you there, and won't
Letting my mind zone, touching you, in your own home
Transglobal, like Mobil, or a corporate affair
To the dome, peace, split home pieced
The parental release slip is signed
I rhyme, while I field trip
Hahaha, aw, shit, man
Check it, peep this out
Man, sitting alone's crazy, sometimes amazing
Physical on the couch, but mentally, yo, I'm grazing in the grass
Staring through the glass, filled with time
Just hanging in the air, but it really ain't there
My rhyme was dope, a couple seconds ago
Couldn't even peep my own flows
Sometimes, that's how it goes
Don't even catch myself, when I'm wandering 'round the badlands
Being the bad man, looking for a lid in hand
You probably think I'm bugging, when I say that I'm the president
And all these other dudes, are hesitant
I got the answer to everything, it's all in how the door swings
Your way or that way out there, I'm right there
Purple hills, and purple pills, are for people who probably
Never permanently tried to get live, you lied
Prepaid hip hop, taking over the two Jeep
But this marijuana I'm smoking, steady, take heed
And every time I blow, she tell me something she knows
A very good listener, we rap back to back
And rat pack shorties, is always telling a story
They too busy watching Glory and Belly
Wishing for a celly, with the flipdown talk switch, just to pop shit
But this group I came with, we on some rock and roll shit
Psychedelic paragraphs, I might be thinking too fast
Answers in the form of a
My brother, don't ask
Half the time I don't know, it make sense and then it don't
I grab ahold, and let go 'cause, it's all for show
And when the curtains come down, I'm still giving a pound
With the same frown, as Mike T with the pro sound
And the know-how, I think I go now, and wonder how
That bottle, that looked full, was really empty
We got 40 bottles of water, empty up on the wall
Spinning around, like an R and B singer, under a waterfall
Releasing the souls, trapped inside, neglected record
Translating to rap, capped loop to five
The second, to sequence the frequencies with ease
Moving through the cosmos, remembering the breeze
With the sound, of the whispering leaves, in an endless forest
Where lives are won, and lost beneath every tree
Stand in it, the infinite expansive mind dance
And catch an overnight flight, to France, to water the plants
I travel to a beach, where each and every wave
Sounds like, an Ultimate Breaks and Beats
And the streets are paved, with slip mats
Sitting in cafรฉs, with hip cats, in cantinas in Lima
Drinking a six-pack, then get back to my life, where I'm at
Turning on my porch light, cleaning off my welcome mat
So stop by sometime, we'll drop a rhyme or two
And sit up on the porch, and drink a cold brew
Watching the sunset, as it moves through the haze
We can melt, into the music, of Los Angeles daze
The sun raised the morning of praise, the warning of ways changing
I'll probably see you there, and won't
Letting my mind zone, touching you, in your own home
Transglobal, like Mobil, or a corporate affair
To the dome, peace, split home pieced
The parental release slip is signed
I rhyme, while I field trip
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.19] Alright, hot light, we are the world, destiny's crib?
[00:04.61] Hahaha, aw, shit, man
[00:10.70] Check it, peep this out
[00:14.12] Man, sitting alone's crazy, sometimes amazing
[00:16.79] Physical on the couch, but mentally, yo, I'm grazing in the grass
[00:20.37] Staring through the glass, filled with time
[00:22.22] Just hanging in the air, but it really ain't there
[00:24.53] My rhyme was dope, a couple seconds ago
[00:27.35] Couldn't even peep my own flows
[00:28.80] Sometimes, that's how it goes
[00:30.01] Don't even catch myself, when I'm wandering 'round the badlands
[00:33.05] Being the bad man, looking for a lid in hand
[00:35.40] You probably think I'm bugging, when I say that I'm the president
[00:38.94] And all these other dudes, are hesitant
[00:40.62] I got the answer to everything, it's all in how the door swings
[00:43.57] Your way or that way out there, I'm right there
[00:46.61] Purple hills, and purple pills, are for people who probably
[00:49.23] Never permanently tried to get live, you lied
[00:51.62] Prepaid hip hop, taking over the two Jeep
[00:53.93] But this marijuana I'm smoking, steady, take heed
[00:56.61] And every time I blow, she tell me something she knows
[00:59.04] A very good listener, we rap back to back
[01:02.18] And rat pack shorties, is always telling a story
[01:04.70] They too busy watching Glory and Belly
[01:06.68] Wishing for a celly, with the flipdown talk switch, just to pop shit
[01:10.28] But this group I came with, we on some rock and roll shit
[01:12.85] Psychedelic paragraphs, I might be thinking too fast
[01:15.44] Answers in the form of a
[01:16.99] My brother, don't ask
[01:18.34] Half the time I don't know, it make sense and then it don't
[01:20.92] I grab ahold, and let go 'cause, it's all for show
[01:23.49] And when the curtains come down, I'm still giving a pound
[01:25.95] With the same frown, as Mike T with the pro sound
[01:28.82] And the know-how, I think I go now, and wonder how
[01:31.62] That bottle, that looked full, was really empty
[01:34.24] We got 40 bottles of water, empty up on the wall
[01:36.88] Spinning around, like an R and B singer, under a waterfall
[01:40.04] Releasing the souls, trapped inside, neglected record
[01:42.38] Translating to rap, capped loop to five
[01:45.04] The second, to sequence the frequencies with ease
[01:47.94] Moving through the cosmos, remembering the breeze
[01:50.39] With the sound, of the whispering leaves, in an endless forest
[01:53.39] Where lives are won, and lost beneath every tree
[01:55.75] Stand in it, the infinite expansive mind dance
[01:58.84] And catch an overnight flight, to France, to water the plants
[02:01.61] I travel to a beach, where each and every wave
[02:03.83] Sounds like, an Ultimate Breaks and Beats
[02:06.16] And the streets are paved, with slip mats
[02:07.95] Sitting in cafรฉs, with hip cats, in cantinas in Lima
[02:11.55] Drinking a six-pack, then get back to my life, where I'm at
[02:14.41] Turning on my porch light, cleaning off my welcome mat
[02:17.36] So stop by sometime, we'll drop a rhyme or two
[02:20.11] And sit up on the porch, and drink a cold brew
[02:22.79] Watching the sunset, as it moves through the haze
[02:25.16] We can melt, into the music, of Los Angeles daze
[02:28.18] The sun raised the morning of praise, the warning of ways changing
[02:30.67] I'll probably see you there, and won't
[02:33.32] Letting my mind zone, touching you, in your own home
[02:35.62] Transglobal, like Mobil, or a corporate affair
[02:38.27] To the dome, peace, split home pieced
[02:40.36] The parental release slip is signed
[02:42.54] I rhyme, while I field trip
[02:45.76]
[00:04.61] Hahaha, aw, shit, man
[00:10.70] Check it, peep this out
[00:14.12] Man, sitting alone's crazy, sometimes amazing
[00:16.79] Physical on the couch, but mentally, yo, I'm grazing in the grass
[00:20.37] Staring through the glass, filled with time
[00:22.22] Just hanging in the air, but it really ain't there
[00:24.53] My rhyme was dope, a couple seconds ago
[00:27.35] Couldn't even peep my own flows
[00:28.80] Sometimes, that's how it goes
[00:30.01] Don't even catch myself, when I'm wandering 'round the badlands
[00:33.05] Being the bad man, looking for a lid in hand
[00:35.40] You probably think I'm bugging, when I say that I'm the president
[00:38.94] And all these other dudes, are hesitant
[00:40.62] I got the answer to everything, it's all in how the door swings
[00:43.57] Your way or that way out there, I'm right there
[00:46.61] Purple hills, and purple pills, are for people who probably
[00:49.23] Never permanently tried to get live, you lied
[00:51.62] Prepaid hip hop, taking over the two Jeep
[00:53.93] But this marijuana I'm smoking, steady, take heed
[00:56.61] And every time I blow, she tell me something she knows
[00:59.04] A very good listener, we rap back to back
[01:02.18] And rat pack shorties, is always telling a story
[01:04.70] They too busy watching Glory and Belly
[01:06.68] Wishing for a celly, with the flipdown talk switch, just to pop shit
[01:10.28] But this group I came with, we on some rock and roll shit
[01:12.85] Psychedelic paragraphs, I might be thinking too fast
[01:15.44] Answers in the form of a
[01:16.99] My brother, don't ask
[01:18.34] Half the time I don't know, it make sense and then it don't
[01:20.92] I grab ahold, and let go 'cause, it's all for show
[01:23.49] And when the curtains come down, I'm still giving a pound
[01:25.95] With the same frown, as Mike T with the pro sound
[01:28.82] And the know-how, I think I go now, and wonder how
[01:31.62] That bottle, that looked full, was really empty
[01:34.24] We got 40 bottles of water, empty up on the wall
[01:36.88] Spinning around, like an R and B singer, under a waterfall
[01:40.04] Releasing the souls, trapped inside, neglected record
[01:42.38] Translating to rap, capped loop to five
[01:45.04] The second, to sequence the frequencies with ease
[01:47.94] Moving through the cosmos, remembering the breeze
[01:50.39] With the sound, of the whispering leaves, in an endless forest
[01:53.39] Where lives are won, and lost beneath every tree
[01:55.75] Stand in it, the infinite expansive mind dance
[01:58.84] And catch an overnight flight, to France, to water the plants
[02:01.61] I travel to a beach, where each and every wave
[02:03.83] Sounds like, an Ultimate Breaks and Beats
[02:06.16] And the streets are paved, with slip mats
[02:07.95] Sitting in cafรฉs, with hip cats, in cantinas in Lima
[02:11.55] Drinking a six-pack, then get back to my life, where I'm at
[02:14.41] Turning on my porch light, cleaning off my welcome mat
[02:17.36] So stop by sometime, we'll drop a rhyme or two
[02:20.11] And sit up on the porch, and drink a cold brew
[02:22.79] Watching the sunset, as it moves through the haze
[02:25.16] We can melt, into the music, of Los Angeles daze
[02:28.18] The sun raised the morning of praise, the warning of ways changing
[02:30.67] I'll probably see you there, and won't
[02:33.32] Letting my mind zone, touching you, in your own home
[02:35.62] Transglobal, like Mobil, or a corporate affair
[02:38.27] To the dome, peace, split home pieced
[02:40.36] The parental release slip is signed
[02:42.54] I rhyme, while I field trip
[02:45.76]