CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Downfield (23:5)
Feelin' like bruce lee with the kick
Ya'll lookin' loose leaf in the mix
I don't need groupies, get the pick
Now I'm on 2-3, in the 5th
Feelin' like bruce lee with the kick
Ya'll lookin' loose leaf in the mix
I don't need groupies, get the pick
Now I'm on 2-3, in the 5th
Sittin' with the, enemies
Run it back, penalty
Set the table, 'front of me
Now I got the, remedy
Sittin' with the, enemies
Run it back, penalty
Set the table, 'front of me
Now I got the, remedy, remedy
2-3, but no Jordan, aye
Got the game I keep on scoring, aye
Had to kill it, keep it morbid, aye
Joy comin' in the morning, aye
Yeah I focus on important things
You cannot run on a quarter tank
My microphone ain't recording plays
Hold up, I got like, way more to say
Livin' that, Livin' that
2-3, but no Jordan, aye
Got the game I keep on scoring, aye
Had to kill it, keep it morbid, aye
Joy comin' in the morning, aye
Yeah I focus on important things
You cannot run on a quarter tank
My microphone ain't recording plays
Hold up, I got like, way more to say
Pull up in the spot with the time on a watch
In my Van's Imma walk, and a mind full of God
Draw the line in the chalk, I ain't flyin' with the flock
If you mad, take a shot, I'll reply with a pop
I don't wanna know what you think, what you thought
You can take it or not, I was chained in a box
And he came for the cross, and he saved me
A lost boy, faded and locked
And he made me alive, woah
But I still watch on the low
People be switchin', no smash
But I swear that they think they the bros
Don't want the smoke
Now that I'm movin', the rookies be lookin' like pros
Jesus the G.O.A.T told me that I would be whiter than snow
I let it go
Now they wanna sit at my table
I won't tell em' no, but the way that I'm movin
Ya'll lookin' loose leaf in the mix
I don't need groupies, get the pick
Now I'm on 2-3, in the 5th
Feelin' like bruce lee with the kick
Ya'll lookin' loose leaf in the mix
I don't need groupies, get the pick
Now I'm on 2-3, in the 5th
Sittin' with the, enemies
Run it back, penalty
Set the table, 'front of me
Now I got the, remedy
Sittin' with the, enemies
Run it back, penalty
Set the table, 'front of me
Now I got the, remedy, remedy
2-3, but no Jordan, aye
Got the game I keep on scoring, aye
Had to kill it, keep it morbid, aye
Joy comin' in the morning, aye
Yeah I focus on important things
You cannot run on a quarter tank
My microphone ain't recording plays
Hold up, I got like, way more to say
Livin' that, Livin' that
2-3, but no Jordan, aye
Got the game I keep on scoring, aye
Had to kill it, keep it morbid, aye
Joy comin' in the morning, aye
Yeah I focus on important things
You cannot run on a quarter tank
My microphone ain't recording plays
Hold up, I got like, way more to say
Pull up in the spot with the time on a watch
In my Van's Imma walk, and a mind full of God
Draw the line in the chalk, I ain't flyin' with the flock
If you mad, take a shot, I'll reply with a pop
I don't wanna know what you think, what you thought
You can take it or not, I was chained in a box
And he came for the cross, and he saved me
A lost boy, faded and locked
And he made me alive, woah
But I still watch on the low
People be switchin', no smash
But I swear that they think they the bros
Don't want the smoke
Now that I'm movin', the rookies be lookin' like pros
Jesus the G.O.A.T told me that I would be whiter than snow
I let it go
Now they wanna sit at my table
I won't tell em' no, but the way that I'm movin
