Rick James

Won't fight, so I run away, cross lines To the bump of a young man's tempo Made songs that'd blow your minds eye Neil Young and a band, I rocked home Played drums in the land of cold ice Substance good enough for labels Motown sound dope, let's get signed Guess no, get jailed for the halo But a poison surfaced through all of this A white thread of a man cover accomplishments Be cool, be slim, get confident It washed over the moral, the common sense Gold nuggets that I spent, come get it The funk punk came at an old king's habit Calling it tragic, balling in practice Power of powders magic, cocaine Flowers passing by Money making highs Yo, you must succeed Become the super freak Wanted to know how, I never slow down Hop in, let's go, I'll show you the deal High on my own fame, driving the wrong way Runaway freight train, loving the thrill Living to let go, I'm Mr. tempo Color me retro, go for the kill Hop in a new ride, crash it a few times Checking if I'm high, are you for real? I'm Rick James, bitch Realer than real I'm Rick James, bitch I'll show you the deal Think I'm made for this kind of relationship The base of which is odd, but it made my bed And made me sleep alone, but it paid my rent Buying half a loaf but still I'm making bread D-D-Damn, I'm getting far, check the extra cars Just to spend as large, as I sin Burning 7k a week, just to ingest in peace Asses cheek to cheek, watch me win But a day came, when they had to place their bets And like a bey blade, wondering for how long I'd spin And when it's against, death, then I'm sure I'd win When I face what I'm addicted to, I'm scared as shit But by the day break, all 'em knew what shit I'm in It was a rape case, and I'm going down for this But what do they think? Shit all my legacy is To be the best Chappelle, sketch that ever lived I'm Rick James Flowers passing by Money making highs Yo, you must succeed Become the super freak Wanted to know how, I never slow down Hop in, let's go, I'll show you the deal High on my own fame, driving the wrong way Runaway freight train, loving the thrill Living to let go, I'm Mr. tempo Color me retro, go for the kill Hop in a new ride, crash it a few times Checking if I'm high, are you for real? I'm Rick James, bitch Realer than real I'm Rick James, bitch I'll show you the deal