I’m feeling up right now
This the high that killed Chris Farley, I feel starving
In my gut right now
This the hunt, I found
Something to cut right down
Light the trees boy I told you that I’m up right now (listen)
Olympic sprinting round the track I ’ma scorch
Trafficing more, than pimp’s macking a whore
Fantastic four, cause I: stretch schemes, forget things
But field dreams, all that’s left is passing the torch
You’ll catch it I’m sure, so far above the heads of my peers
Don’t be alarmed, I’ll snap back with a cap (brat!)
Brim of the fitted is tilted till I step in the field
And blast back, it’s a fast track to forgetting what’s real
So take my hand, I’ma lead you away from this life
With mystical figures following over top
I know it’s hard to let go, and maybe in time
We can fly too; all you need besides you is my view
A clean slate, we can wash it away
The only obstacle is concurring your nightmares
When the night nears we’ll fight fear and follow away
There’s blurred lines between the heroes and villains
The fearful and driven, who watch from a far,
But mistake wrongdoing with not doing what’s best for you
In Gotham it’s hard to tell whose Robin or not
Gimme that cape! Blast off, need some dinner and plates
Avenger of hate, maybe misogynistic with taste
I tell my girls I like it hot, but in the winter they skate
Look in her face, it’s a two but her figure’s an 8
Spinning webs to miss the fall, it’s a scary fate
Dropping so high from love, they tell me risk it all for the Mary Jane
I would if I could; see I’m busy right now
I shouldn’t have pushed, she swings in a rhythm right down
To a fate I chose, but take my hand, I’ma lead you away from this life
With mystical figures following over top
I know it’s hard to let go, and maybe in time
We can fly too; all you need besides you is my view
A clean slate, we can wash it away
The only obstacle is concurring your nightmares
When the night nears we’ll fight fear and follow away
There’s only so much I can do with my hands
But with my eyes closed, with a blind fold,
I find hope, a bright glow emerges and time slows
The mind grows, gravity drops and I float
There’s only so much I can do with my hands
But with my eyes closed, with a blind fold,
I find hope, a bright glow emerges and time slows
The mind grows, gravity drops and I float
Then the light flickers back into vision
The gravity’s hitting, I fall right back to the realness
With hopeful minds restrained and all your time constraints
I hope to find a place that lacks supervision
And maybe we can fly someday, but right now it’s Sunday
Tomorrow morning I got class to begin with
And maybe we can fly someday, but right now it’s Sunday
Tomorrow morning I got class to begin with
North Carolina MC Big Pooh tells it like it is, detail for gritty detail, aided by L'Orange, Steve Roxx, and Apollo Brown. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 24, 2015