Ebmud

[Verse 1: Elujay] Feel these tendencies, tend to think that you lack the key Perceive your hidden agenda, don’t feel the energy Hennessey be the only vice for my fallacies I need some levers for all the weight that I’m balancing (Onetime!) Take your two cents with a grain of salt I’m praying on your fall, I’m hoping that she take that call Instead of curving me virtually, I be in those draws The focal point of impression was based upon the flaws She a smart one, fuck her, fuck her Lie and say I love her Her intent was intelligent conversation Instead we let these hormones loose inside of mamma’s basement I think about that mm-mm-mm, and how I got you naked I need that 90’s love, Will Smith and Nia Long Passion genuine, pushing it past the pendulum I’m punctual, but nigga time is invincible Praying upon a ritual, put your feet in my tennis shoes [Verse 2: Justrese] You’re unproductive, you lack solutions, your contributions Basis is on confusion that they here to help Moving images, TV muted, amusing musings and moving music Should likely lead you to power of self We pay Ebmud, to shower and wealth PG&E for my energy, in sour and health I’m balanced, that counts We put effort in doing better, and glad that it counts They say niggas don’t count Can tell you how many grams in an ounce Momma used to say, don’t you curse in this house Better get to work in this house Tighten your belt, say ‘yes, ma’am’ and tuck your shirt in this house Cause grease and smoke in the air might suffocate and choke in this house Dream of going somewhere, sometimes feel there’s nowhere worse than this house And so a nigga breathe I tend to see my tendency to leave, and propensity towards these whips and jingling keys Can’t care for pretty things, and many things, if anything But that could change for almighty sets and my bended knees