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