The Thirst, Pt. 3

What up, Vince?

Funk chorus

I flew

Without brakes

Go narrow

We were gone so long

Spreading our wings, they thought we'd broken up

Thought I only closed my eyes for a second

Next thing, I've woken up

They said, we thought we'd let you sleep in

(Why didn't you wake me up)

The peace in

I was like, you should have spoken up

All this time tryna sober up

Swore a crowd not a crown would be the next thing I opened up

Saw I was so corrupt, I wasn't coping

But seeing friends going down had me choking up

Plus a drunk nearly killed Debris in a car that crashed

Left us a DJ who had to start from scratch

So I arched my back, stretched my shoulders

Said, let's shed this wretched coldness

Drink from the sun and swallow the heat

Just to spit it out and have 'em follow the beat

What we gotta get this crowd, something of another class

March 'till the sun is down and we're walking under stars

(They were recording enough music for two albums)

(That was premeditated)

(They, they weren't just like let's make a record)

(And we'll pick the best 10 or 12 songs)

(It was, from day one, we're making 2 albums)