Quiet Trip (feat. Portugal. The Man & The Last Artful, Dodgr)

Oh my god, I can't believe my eyes

Wake up everybody you know, come on watch the garden grow

I'll see you when you get there

Two Fifteen

Downtown for the win, whoa

Sean C for the tempo

Portugal for the intro

This is Arctical Don Disco

From the one choir, calling shots like an umpire

Where I livem yo man

I done lost mad kinfolk over gunfire through the window

As a young squire who become Sire

I had no way to tell what I was in for

I was five nine like Royce

With the giant voice like Mike Winslow

Never been quite like "them" so I'm on my own time

Mind darker than a coal mine

Thoughts deeper than a gold mine

So I'm out here slangin on this blade

Hoping that I don't get cut

By these police making raids on those of us who know what's up

My lil homies, my lil sons got them keys and they got them drums

Making superstitious runs on them insufficient funds

No more rules to this here shit, toddlers packing a revolver

How the hell you robbers gonna rob the robber?

See you with that heater

You sweeter than peach cobbler

If it ain't about that paper, then man that ain't what Reek habla

Man you know what's goin', they say woke about that dope

Ask them fiends about them keys, about that coke, about that smoke

Two fifteen my city man, and we it from round here

If it's crazy where you at then, it ain't no different round here

Oh my god, I can't believe my eyes

Wake up everybody you know, come on watch the garden grow (We all gotta wake up)

I'll see you when you get there (We all gotta wake up)

Oh my god, I can't believe my eyes

Wake up everybody you know, come on watch the garden grow

I'll see you when you get there

Reminiscing over old times

Sip a little bit of Oban

When the wind blow like a landmine

Balled up fist

Nah, who the fuck's this calling on the landline?

Back, back like a hairline

I don't really want the air time

I don't wanna smile for the camera

Damn I just wanna see my fam rise

I can feel when a man lies

Trying to grow old and wise and I'm still fly like airlines

Stay sharp like samurais

Dip low like Cam'ron

Big show when it's slam time

Word to my n**ga Anton

Bogarting through this door

Hoping that it don't get shut

By these police making raids on those of us who know what's up

My lil uzi weighs a ton, man I truly ain't the one

My lil junior straight from juvie, make a movie gangster run

Y'all confusing here this shit, with some television drama

None of y'all Lil Mamas, touching Mr. Trotter

Even with that heater, you sweeter than peach cobbler

Real ones out here winning, you swimming in deep agua

Click pow, I'm a rebel just for kicks now

Been down with the get down

You aint saying shit, sit down

This loud, 21 pound my town

Man we it from round here

If they bout it where you from then, it ain;t no different down here

Listen

Oh my, god I can't believe my eyes

Wake up everybody you know, come on watch the garden grow (We all gotta wake up)

I'll see you when you get there (We all gotta wake up)

Oh my god, I can't believe my eyes

Wake up everybody you know, come on watch the garden grow (We all gotta wake up)

I'll see you when you get there (We all gotta wake up)

At the end of the day, everybody got good and bad and every culture and every race

But you also gotta remember, where Your people at

So you always just wanna love your people unconditionally no matter what