E-dubble - Big Ships | Текст песни

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[Hook]
Big ships still sink, but my boat's afloat.
Hands up high for the ones who knew.
I'll get by for the ones I know.
With a drink up high for the ones I know.
And I'm standing tall.
The lights shine bright as stars, -
- and I'm feeling like I might be one
So tonight it's on.
The drunk mind pens the poem, -
- and the poem feels just like home.

[Verse 1]
Live blogging from the spot with some thoughts of granger.
Puffing something strong enough to cure most cancer.
Shouts to world peace, and the shit we yearn for.
Sometimes I worry that we only hurry to earn more.
Sometimes I worry that we only hurry to hustle.
Forgetting why we love, and all this beautiful struggle.
Shouts to Talib and the poets with backpacks.
Graduate to Ray Bans, chains, and snap-backs.
Long as we backtrack, people can process.
Smoking that good life. Look at that progress.
Two Tone Rebel, I can never say enough.
We fight the status quo when the status quo sucks.
So I'm balling in my own right. Fighting that good fight.
Think I got a chance now. Think I got my shit right.
Throwing knives in the air and hitting suckers.
I be finding angles on these chickens like Chuck is

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I got a story to tell. My anxiety's high.
So pass that Dutch 'till the feeling subsides.
Need illiteral high. Need audible dope.
Those critical times I make audible smoke.
Let the audience go. Let the lights get turned off.
Like I'm too grown for this shit like Murtaugh
Lethal Weapon hecklers be fretting and oh dog.
Like I ain't even sure what side to butter the toast on.
Robots can't drink. Robots can't smoke.
And I ain't fixing anything that ain't been broke.
Two tokes is healthy. In my lungs is hope.
One syllable lives. One syllable croaks.
And I probably killed it on my on my tartan-clad shit.
Lighting up trees with the Green Eyed Bandit.
Spit a couple bars for a large advance.
Harlem shake with these shakers 'till the cars is fast
And I'm gone.

[Hook]

[Bridge x2]
Do it big like Wallace.
If you don't know the name keep quiet.
We going to do the mother-fucking knowledge.
Keep that shit modest.
Wonder where the bread's like holler.
Even when the bread's on notta.

[Verse 3]
Gotta pay those tolls.
So I be riding clean at the most.
Five men I'll be giving the post.
Never seen a gift horse looking back at his mouth.
Gift of gab, so he might as well toast and let it marinate.
I don't assume too soon. I let it marinate.
It's like an Olsen twin. It's like Mary Kate.
It's like an Olsen twin who likes Mary Jane.
Even if we stumble, still bubble just like Perrier.

[Hook]


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