[intro] Like a waterfall in slow motion (Alright) Like a map with no ocean (Bei Maejor, Southfield, Elzhi & McFly)
[Hook] [Mike Posner]: I'm still tryna to do it big for my home town When I'm back we can go all night Let me see those mittens up, mittens up in the sky
[Verse 1: Mike Posner]: et em clear my throat, uh Somebody take my coat, alright Got the new to the game hunger I've been running around, gunnin' 'em down, givin' 'em all a fake number Apologies for that (I'm sorry) I gotta keep my suitcase packed You can add it to the arsenal It's that Cobain, Donnie Darko flow Hey lady, I didn't catch your name, lady Let me do it to you good all night Cause the nose ring might as well be a bulls-eye Let me clear my throat
[Verse 2: Mike Posner]: The goal was to go and get Scott Storch dough And stay away from Scott Storch clothes Have I done it yet? Not quite I'm back in your city, never the same chick twice Damn homie, in high school you was the man, homie Damn, what the fuck happened to you? All my plaques just sittin' in the closet Cause I ain't have time to get 'em no spot yet Don't I just glide on the beat Ain't I so smooth on that motherfucka, bingo My mixtape shit going harder than your single Let me clear my throat
[Verse 3: Elzhi]: What up doe? Elzhi broadcasting live from the district. Motown, Great Lakes, Detroit stand up! Could we be called the Motor City Cause we're livin in the fast lane? Get gas drivin a flash all of out cash gain May die tryin to stay fly like a crashed plane Tryin to get pass pain, doctor's splash rain on gash Within your mass brain from a blast, now your ass slain The whole hood is high on, pill, glass, 'caine With many stuck, needles in they last vein Sharp as a tuxedo when they clash in upper class Spain And I ain't bullshittin' The wolves gettin' inside of this wool mitten so cold (Alright) They growin' up near these auto industry entities You instantly keep an eye on your role Let me clear my throat
[Verse 4: Dusty McFly]: D-town Westside D-town Eastside Look,look Dirty blood Mittens up,free wine,RIP blade,Bitches fuck, off our diamond Cartier shades We call them buffs sybolize when we gettin paid Some niggas took,some act though and wind in the grave But look,i still love ice in my rollie (yeah) Love my niggas posey (uh) Love nights at the coney (yeah) When I'm drunk off the rosie texting a cold ho Telling her that i love her,but i really don't,doe Let me clear my throat
[hook] x2
What up doe? What up doe?
[outor] Detroit stand up 313 is in the building Here we go yeah