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Tropidelic
Tropidelic
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Tropidelic
Tropidelic
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Lyrics

Down in Carolina, used to sing for free
I said I can't hit a high note, but I'm high as a beach boy
Takes a little time to write the recipe
But them boys are making funky shit in C-Ali
[Verse 1: Mike (and Doseone)
I pull from Atlanta, indigible planets
I steal from the English and rob from the Spanish
I take what I can and then I take advantage
I come from the land so know I pull the hammer
Learned a lesson from reading, believe what I'm seeing
Grow stronger from getting knocked down and the beatings
The soul from Leon, I ain't leading you on
And my anger's from Fiddler, I live through this song
I skim from The Beatles in streets full of needles
The immigrants, criminals, downtrodden peoples
The bass is my canvas, the beat is my easel
Guess I ponder habit, but I find no equal
I'm inspired by people who did it like me
Malcolm Gladwell is the knowledge I seek
Won't give up, not for nothing, this weed from my cousin
My thirst for adventure I credit to Huck Finn
Down in Carolina, used to sing for free
I said I can't hit a high note, but I'm high as a beach boy
Takes a little time to write the recipe
But them boys are making funky shit in C-Ali
Down in Carolina, used to sing for free
I said I can't hit a high note, but I'm high as a beach boy
Takes a little time to write the recipe
But them boys are making funky shit in C-Ali
[Verse 2: Mike (and Doseone)
I take words from the wise and I put 'em to use
And the guidance has helped me while searching for truth
All these people will hate, but we never lose faith
I'm deaf to their words while awaiting my fate
We busted our ass out to Cali and back
So the road is my teacher, exam is the track
But my ego's in check, I will never retract
All the shit that I've said 'cause it showed me the path
Got my cred from the city that raised me and praised me
Bars from the back of the bus, ain't it crazy?
Style from punk rock, humble from tow trucks
Picking me up in the night when the van busts
I'm funky as fuck when I'm down on my luck
I'm from Cleve, I'm from Bent, I'm from Kent, I'm from Buff
See, I've been down so long, so there's no place but up
I got places to be, so I'll end this abrupt
Written by: Tropidelic
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