[Verse 1: Erick the Architect & Meechy Darko]
Yeah, yeah
There's some things I can't help learnin'
At times, man, it make me feel selfish (Selfish)
At times, man, it make me real nervous (Nervous)
But that make me a real person (Person)
Anything sus', I'm allergic (Allergic)
I grew up in the hood, I deserve it (Deserve it)
Pay me for my name, tryna maintain
What a shame when the day ain't perfect
I'm a slave on the modern ship
NBA, NFL, not on politics
Got bored on 'em, got awards on 'em
Nowadays, they're treatin' music like tourism
What is pop, what is not? (What is not?)
What is different when you're not? (When you're not)
Still, I'm grippin' on the knot (On the knot)
Paranoid when I'm countin' every dollar
'Cause tomorrow ain't promised when you're black
Should I say anybody goin' through it like I did, skin color hybrid
One false move sendin' bullets through your cartilage
Twelve circle block with the steel round where I live
Buddy get in line for the slop
Gotta figure out to add time to the clock
Tick-tick-tock, t-t-tick-tick-tock
Load the MAC, brrt back when this shit finna drop, huh
[Chorus: Zombie Juice & Meechy Darko]
My, oh my
I'm just tryna catch the vibe (That vibe)
I'm just tryna live my life (That life)
All we know is sacrifice
My, oh my (Oh my)
I'm just tryna catch the vibe (That vibe)
I just wanna make it right (Make it right)
'Til we reach the afterlife
My, oh my (Oh my)
I'm just tryna catch the vibe (That vibe)
I'm just tryna live my life (My life)
All we know is sacrifice (Sacrifice)
My, oh my (Oh my)
I'm just tryna catch the vibe (That vibe)
I just wanna make it right (Make it right)
'Til we reach the afterlife
[Verse 2: Meechy Darko]
Ironic how they wet you up when you drip too much
Acid, acid, say I trip too much
Talk a lot of shit, give lip too much
Exposure, showin' how I live too much
Heart on my sleeve, think I give too much
Outlaw, shootin' from the hip too much
Wild boy, never shuck and jive for money
High boy, meet me in the clouds or somethin'
Crowd roar, moshpits, thousands rumble
About four, face facts, this our humble
If the world was mine, I would watch it crumble
Toxic mind, I get in lots of trouble
Bartender, please give me double
Gin on the rocks, I sin a lot
But that's okay, it Ben-o-fats
I swear I got more facts
[Chorus: Zombie Juice & Meechy Darko]
My, oh my
I'm just tryna catch the vibe (That vibe)
I'm just tryna live my life (That life)
All we know is sacrifice
My, oh my (Oh my)
I'm just tryna catch the vibe (That vibe)
I just wanna make it right (Make it right)
'Til we reach the afterlife
My, oh my (Oh my)
I'm just tryna catch the vibe (That vibe)
I'm just tryna live my life (My life)
All we know is sacrifice (Sacrifice)
My, oh my (Oh my)
I'm just tryna catch the vibe (That vibe)
I just wanna make it right (Make it right)
'Til we reach the afterlife
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