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Erick the Architect - Parkour (produced by James Blake) (Official Video)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Erick the Architect
Erick the Architect
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Erick Elliott
Erick Elliott
Songwriter
James Blake
James Blake
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
James Blake
James Blake
Producer

Lyrics

Got me fucked up, thinkin' this coincidence Probably thinkin' 'bout me when you hangin' with your friends We been seein' different, had me peekin' through the lens Is there anybody out there really doin' what he says? Okay, know he lied, but this the truth spillin' out Phone tap, phone tap, darlin' can you hear me out? I'm waitin' on the call, I got a couple, send 'em off, boy All my youngin's bangin', but I never got involved, boy Hail Mary, Sunday service, now they screamin', "Oh lord" Everything he do is candid, jumpin' like it's parkour If I could change this shit, I wouldn't change for shit, uh Wouldn't change a thing, you know this how it get, uh Level up on niggas, shoot a biopic Let them tell the story how I made it rich It's crowded in my city, had to move Had to relocate, then I'd change my attitude I play this Coletrane, I don't need your battered blues Legendary space, ain't no man can fit his shoes When I was growin' up, we all had different crews I always knew what's up, if you down to bust a move When the sin is sinkin' in, the water cavin' in the roof Opponents in the noose, and what I do is future-proof Donned in shiny suits, I done came up from the roots Streets littered heavy, cops shootin' and pollute Harlem city lights, Brooklyn still commute How he stay astute? 'Cause he studyin' his truth It's regular to me, it's foreign when it's you It's why I change the mood, I talk to God when I'm confused And how he get the juice? I rally with my dudes And it's a dirty game, boy, somebody gotta lose Got me fucked up, thinkin' this coincidence Probably thinkin' 'bout me when you hangin' with your friends We been seein' different, had me peekin' through the lens Is there anybody out there really doin' what he says? Okay, know he lied, but this the truth spillin' out Phone tap, phone tap, darlin' can you hear me out? I'm waitin' on the call, I got a couple, send 'em off, boy All my youngin's bangin', but I never got involved, boy Hail Mary, Sunday service, now they screamin', "Oh lord" Everything he do is candid, jumpin' like it's parkour What this nigga thinkin'? Ship is sinkin', but he still ashore I could tell that you hardly ready, probably 'cause you immature Got me fucked up, thinkin' this coincidence Probably thinkin' 'bout me when you hangin' with your friends We been seein' different, had me peekin' through the lens Is there anybody out there really doin' what he says? Okay, know he lied, but this the truth spillin' out Phone tap, phone tap, darlin' can you hear me out? I'm waitin' on the call, I got a couple, send 'em off, boy All my youngin's bangin', but I never got involved, boy
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