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PERFORMING ARTISTS
El Michels Affair
El Michels Affair
Ensemble
Black Thought
Black Thought
Vocals
Leon Michels
Leon Michels
Band Leader
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leon Michels
Leon Michels
Songwriter
Nick Movshon
Nick Movshon
Songwriter
Tarik Trotter
Tarik Trotter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Leon Michels
Leon Michels
Producer
Alex DeTurk
Alex DeTurk
Mastering Engineer
Jens Jungkurth
Jens Jungkurth
Mixing Engineer

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(Ahh!) Before I started gettin' to that money pile A corner store puppy love, sugar pie, honey child That always kept the vibe like two eggs, 'pon the sunny side Promised she would never front and never do me funny style Funny how I still remember everything I had to do Used to be magical to walk along the avenue I was just one of a few, you probably never had a clue How much I really sacrificed, it's true, I ain't mad at you You lived across the tracks, I came 'cause I cared for you Put Luster's pink oil moisture in my head for you I couldn't even dance, I turned into Fred Astaire for you Tryna stand a chance, layin' out what I would wear for you On the night before I saw you just to be prepared for it I keep the conversation inside of my head Or you wrote your phone number in my palm, now I'm clairvoyant I could see your heart was right where Cupid had his spare pointed Upstarts in the blowout, no way that we could know how 30 years into the future, it ain't even safe to go out With all my fliers gone, the sauna can't show up to show out It's to the past, I dedicate what I'm about to pour out, yo Lil' bit of liquor for you I said, I still remember all you used to put me through Swedish Fish and Windmill cookies when we hooky school All your friends was talkin' 'bout, "That rookie ain't no good for you" Before we took it through first base, they see me with the crew And dime drop, had me in that 3:15 time slot Down at Broad and Morris posted at the 29 stop Front of those apartments, money with the funny eyes Got bogarted by some guys tryna rob him out his Izod Lacoste or Polo, not to be confused with Ralph Lauren Like it's mischief night, mischievous dudes was out tourin' Tryna pick a fight, or to pimp the system, or just livin' life I be tryna get into some mischief of a different type We'd stay on the phone like we was grown, if you recall 'Til your pops'd get the chip, and then I'd holler at you tomorrow Makin' mixtapes, Stevie Wonder, Stacy Lattisaw New Edition, Switch, Patty need some Williams and DeBarge Driftin' in the dawn, everything was innocent and pure Fast forward, I know ain't nobody innocent no more We lost the human connection like the ligament was torn I'm just reminiscin' back when kissin' wasn't against the law Listen
Writer(s): Tarik Trotter, Nick Movshon, Leon Michels Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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