Frida

[Hook: Quelle Chris] I slip, I slide, I lift, I'm a mover I ride, I whip, I been steppin' on cracks, momma's hip I slip, I slide, I lift, I'm a mover I ride, I whip, I been steppin' on cracks, momma's hip Neck, back broke, had to double back, mainstay [Verse 1: Quelle Chris] Only lip, brain state Off the rip, gotta bump, gotta say I been down by the law long Ain't got no time, know you wanna holla back Same number, new number Same nigga, new nigga Don't be talking out your back 'Til your partner, 'til your family, 'til your nigga sitting pretty Don't be talking 'bout your racks I done proved every bar, every bar I'm a source, let's not talk about the raps I'm about to hop the pond, get some pounds, get some pounds I ain't talking 'bout all that (skrt, skrt) Curb side, my low level bird eye If I'm not hitting licks with the missus Talking bidness with my nerve, why? Word, aye? Let me get a pack of reds, pack of papers, Now & Laters, and some herb, ah [Bridge: FIELDED] Suddenly you hand me the itching sweet lies [?] And right now, yeah, pearls before swine But the swine's too deep for bitter melon Then follow in the secret recipe [Verse 2: billy woods] Livery cab floating, heat high Window cracked, warrants open, curb side Bean pie, buy black, pithy slogan, paid tithe, dodge tax Here's hoping we slide, they lax, they lacking Billy Ocean, high tide Speed traps, wasted motion Bowdlerized feedback, so verboten Laser scoping, cauterize kneecaps [Interlude: billy woods] Somebody tell him he won't ever play again It's over (You got your whole life ahead of you son, nothing' to be ashamed of) [Verse 2 - Cont'd: billy woods] Saved by a good guy with a gun just stolen Graves but they don't have names so it kept going Go crazy, you trying' to figure it out, just stay in the moment Stay in the moment Livery cab floating' That buck that bought the bottle coulda struck the lotto Sounds tight, but ring hollow That's nobody's wife, that's Frida Kahlo, that's Frida Kahlo Flights like Rollo, pescado, I make a water swallow That buck that lost the lotto coulda bought a fucking bottle [Verse 3: ELUCID] A hundred fifty roses in an ocean of milk Light leak on the camera, smoke how it feel Ooh, I got you open Out the box for your mulch garden, coach pardon Power harnessed Powder harden to rock, like what's catharsis From the starship To face down on the carpet Ooh, and the arch twist Was it a swoon or a target of the archer Departures, arrivals Lead foot on tight rope Crows peck my eyes closed I heard you niggas was manifesting Kissing' between the thighs on the boardwalk Cross talk, ecstasy, voices dragged out by the tide Bouncing' back, found a jetty on the grind Blood in my eye, I'm doing' quite fine Next to me, far from yours, true Nothing's sacred 'til I made it so Which way is up? Still got a ways to go Oh