[Suffa] What up Vents? Funkoars? Adfu? What up Briggs? Golden Era, check
We were gone so long, spreading our wings, they thought we'd broken up Thought I only closed my eyes for a second Next thing I've woken up, they said we thought we'd let you sleep in (why'd you wake me up?) you looked at peace and, I was like, you should have spoken up All this time trying to sober up Swore a crowd, not a Crown would be the next thing I opened up Saw I was so corrupt, I wasn't coping but seeing friends going down had me choking up Plus a drunk nearly killed Debris in a car that crashed Left us a DJ who had to start from 'scratch' So I arched my back, stretched my shoulders Said let's shed this wretched coldness Drink from the sun and swallow the heat just to spit it out and have 'em follow the beat What we gotta give this crowd's something of another class March till the sun is down and we're walking under stars
"They were recording enough music for two albums, that was premeditated They, they weren't just like, let's make a record and we'll pick the best ten or twelve songs It was from day one, we're making two albums"