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PERFORMING ARTISTS
KnowMads
KnowMads
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jesse Judd
Jesse Judd
Songwriter
Tom Pepe
Tom Pepe
Songwriter
Tom Wilson
Tom Wilson
Songwriter

歌詞

The boat can leave now
Tell the crew
What we do to survive
We get down we get high
What we do to survive
We get down we get high
PEPE
When I first came up
Never really gave a fuck about life
Thought that
One life is the life you live
Ain't got no time for no righteous shit
Feeling like this
Made me lose touch with the things that I love
Cause kids sorta change when they start to use drugs
Saw that myself when I grew up
But I knew what I had to do
Took more than a motherfucking attitude
And a blunt or two
Want something new
With my homie Jay on the one's and two's
Lost control, cost my soul
Walking solo with a walkman in the cold
Bumping outcast, growing old
WILSON
Witness this venomous, toxic spit
When I rip with these syllables
You don't want it when its critical
Drunk off a fifth I get physical
Spit in the middle of cyphers like pitbulls so vicious
To rip you so miserable look what we living through
Aint bullshitting you not, the the usual bullshit you listen to
Lyrical missiles is just what I'm giving you
Let it break from the box, shake let it knock
Two blocks away when the bass does drop
We always wreck shop when its laced this hot
Got Pepe and Cheif still trading shots
In the back with the fifth, straight facing off
'Til my taste is gone
Trying to make it home before the break of dawn
I awake on my lawn at eight in the morning
I play this song
Is it money is it sex?
What you seeking to find?
Is it drugs cigarettes?
What you need for your mind?
While you sipping on your liquor
Falling deep into time
Its survival of the fit, only the strong survive
Is it money is it sex?
What you seeking to find?
Is it drugs cigarettes?
What you need for your mind?
While you sipping on your liquor
Falling deep into time
Its survival of the fit, only the strong survive
PEPE
So fight the pain, drift away
Life's a game, but a bitch don't play fair
Stay there, rocking this shit since the days of daycare
WILSON
Don't give two shits if the shoe fits
Cause soon as the truth hits your crew splits
On point like a toothpick, tell me who's sick
Really them dudes from the 206
PEPE
So here's whats left of me
Food for thought, recipes
Trying to blow up, but I didn't know what
Until the homie showed up with some Jester beats
MC's rest in peace
Old folks rest their knees
Extra freeze, extra steeze feel like ecstasy
JESTER
Rolled out of the dope house, stoned out
More clout when we start selling shows out
Slowed down on reef, thats tight though
My flows, with typos I chose
, Maestros, living in the moment
Only got one shot, should know this
Composing, got a few gigs
A harddrive space and new shits
And if you're sent to rest, come out
Come see us get live when the suns down
Run through a cypher then its back home
Y'all know I ain't putting on a wack show
Speed up, volume on the beat up
We done with these bullshit re-runs
We come in the place with the bass
In a lot then stop and bound to the knock y'all
Is it money is it sex?
What you seeking to find?
Is it drugs cigarettes?
What you need for your mind?
While you sipping on your liquor
Falling deep into time
Its survival of the fit, only the strong survive
Is it money is it sex?
What you seeking to find?
Is it drugs cigarettes?
What you need for your mind?
While you sipping on your liquor
Falling deep into time
Its survival of the fit, only the strong survive
What we do to survive
We get down we get high
What we do to survive
We get down we get high
What we do to survive
We get down we get high
What we do to survive
We get down we get high
Written by: Jesse Judd, Tom Pepe, Tom Wilson
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