Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Asphate
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Asphate
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Big Vern
Producer
Lyrics
WITHOUT A GAME PLAN, WE GOTTA DAY'S DANCE TO SHAKE A HALF HOUR OUTTA HOT MINUTE
IF A BEGGAR'S CHANCE WAS A CARAVAN, AND MY LEGS COULD STAND IT, I WOULD HOP IN IT
NEVER KNEW YOUR LOYALTY WAS SOLD TO ME TO LULL THE BEAST TO SLEEP AS A KEEP-SAKE
BEST TO CHOOSE THE CLOSEST BEEF TO GAUGE THE HEAT, IN CASE THE RUSE MANIPULATES THE REPLAY.
HE WHO LAYS FOR BUKU DAYS WHEN JUJU PLAYS AND NOOSES RAISE A BODY OFF OF HEARSAY KNOWS THE LIE WE HOLD UP HIGH AND CODIFY AS THE EVERYDAY HE-SAY, SHE-SAY.
WORD OF MOUTH-THAT'S WHAT WE BOUT. WE SORT EM OUT. WE POURIN' OUT THE HENNY ON THE FREEWAY.
MOST (OF) THE DEAD DON'T GET THE DOSE. THE SIP AIN'T CLOSE. THE LIPS ARE COLD AND, FROZE OFF THE DECAY...
NOTHIN' NEW. WHAT'S UP WITH YOU?
WE TOOK THE L. TOO TOUGH TO LOSE
YOU KNOW WHAT THE STREETS SAY
THE BULL AIN'T REAL. THE DEALER WHO KILLS, (IS) TRILL WITH THE SPILL.
MAKE THE HOTTEST **** CHILL, WHEN THE HEAT SPRAY
WANT THAT FADE, BUT PUMP THE BREAKS WHEN POLICE HATE AND FOCUS WEIGHT ON BROTHER FLOYD'S VERTEBRAE
HEARD HIM SAY WHAT TODDLERS SCREAM A COMMON THEME, BUT MAMA BE CLOCKED IN EVERY WEEK-DAY.
FIND A WAY. FIND YOUR WAY. FIND A WAY. FIND YOUR WAY. FIND A WAY. ON YOUR OWN. SOUL TO BONE. FIND YOUR SPACE. CRY TO COPE AND DIE ALONE, ALONE..
WITHOUT PLAIN SIGHT, YOU'RE IN A BLIND TURN, AND WOULDN'T MIND THIS WORLD IF IT WAS FULL OF ANGELS
IF WE ALL COULD FLY, THEN AS WE ALL DIED, THERE'D BE AN EMPTY SKY, AND WHO WOULD LIFT THE DAY UP?
WITHOUT PLAIN SIGHT, YOU'RE IN A BLIND TURN, AND WOULDN'T MIND THIS WORLD IF IT WAS FULL OF ANGELS
IF WE ALL COULD FLY, THEN AS WE ALL DIED, THE FALL FROM THE HEIGHT WOULD KILL THE BYSTANDERS
ALRIGHT OKAY, OKAY, OKAY
ALRIGHT. OK.
ALRIGHT OK
WITHOUT A GAME PLAN, WE GOTTA DAY'S DANCE TO SHAKE A HALF HOUR OUTTA HOT MINUTE.
WITHOUT A GAME PLAN, WE GOTTA DAY'S DANCE TO SHAKE A HALF HOUR OUTTA HOT MINUTE.
PEEP THE GAME FROM THE PERCH OF AN OUTSIDER.
LIVED TO 30, AND SERVED AS OUTLIER
(A) BLACK ANOMALY, SEEN AS A COMMON THIEF. GHETTO PHILOSOPHY. SETTLED FOR TOWN CRIER.
CHANNEL FOR THE METAL TO PRESS THE BLUES, INFEST THE NEWS, IMPRESS THE VIEWS OF SO AND SO IN SOHO.
SKIN COLOR MATCHING MY COCOA, BUT ONLY SAW RED WHEN THE PACK MADE THE WOLF'S HEAD A GHOST DOME
TRIED TO WALK THE WAY I TALK. SOMETIMES I FALL, BUT MEAN THE BEST IN ALL THAT I EXECUTE.
HEARD THE HOMIE TOOK THE LONG WAY, (HE) GOT TO HEAVEN'S GATE ,COULDN'T PAY. THE LADY WOULDN'T LET HIM THRU
NOW, HE GUARDS THE HOLY GARBAGE, LIVES THE HARDEST. MEAL(S) ON CARPET, ONLY WHEN HE LIVIN' GOOD.
FOUND MY WAY, HE SAID.
THEN HE TURNED AND PLAYED DEAD AND WAITED ON THE VULTURES TO SWEEP THRU
WITHOUT A GAME PLAN, WE GOTTA DAY'S DANCE TO SHAKE A HALF HOUR OUTTA HOT MINUTE.
IF A BEGGAR'S CHANCE WAS A CARAVAN, AND MY LEGS COULD STAND IT, I WOULD HOP IN IT..
WITHOUT PLAIN SIGHT, YOU'RE IN A BLIND TURN, AND WOULDN'T MIND THIS WORLD IF IT WAS FULL OF ANGELS
IF WE ALL COULD FLY, THEN AS WE ALL DIED, THERE'D BE AN EMPTY SKY, AND WHO WOULD LIFT THE DAY UP?
WITHOUT PLAIN SIGHT, YOU'RE IN A BLIND TURN, AND WOULDN'T MIND THIS WORLD IF IT WAS FULL OF ANGELS
IF WE ALL COULD FLY THEN AS WE ALL DIED, THE FALL FROM THE HEIGHT WOULD KILL THE BYSTANDERS
ALRIGHT OKAY, OKAY, OKAY
ALRIGHT. OK.
ALRIGHT OK
Written by: Asphate
