Lyrics Body Language - Bishop Brown

Ten toes down never catch me slipping
I might just stand on your ceiling
Bars like this go over your head like MJ to Pippin who is you kidding
I brought way more than they ever thought
My shorty couch locked from the pillow talk
Now that I have a daughter I must be a father I told her I got her I swear to God
Word to my fam Third Eye my Goonies no don't go fuck my squad
We quick with the hands never pass me no scoobys I only stay smoking on strong
So do what you can but none of you phase me keep all that moving along
Yeah I got some demons that none of you seeing but I ain't wanna get y'all involved
My bitch goin dip this in the sauce
Light switch how we flip when it's on
No matter the stress that stay lay on my chest I put all them to rest with one hit of the bong
Look at the Body Language I'm stuck on that body banging
I live my life high yeah I live my life high
I live my life high eager and dangerous might need a replacement
Spend a night with the mic and my pen in the basement
Fill a bottle with some Hennessy my tendencies aching
For the remedy my enemies will never be patient cut the lights out
Blend with the tint roll a spliff then I ride out
I prolly shouldn't mob around with no L's
But if there's anything I learned about this lifestyle
It'd be that there ain't no time to waste you get it right now

I try to stay out of my mind but this forty want talk to this nine fine
Roll up a spliff we goin see if this mix bring me down the abyss or help me up the climb
Look at the bodies on bodies on bodies
Shit getting sloppy the lobby look foggy
That Lodi and Dodi make her wanna party
So bring up the pack and pop me some Biscotti

Scented candles got me reminiscing I
Been on a mission repetition when I write
Like my vision when I'm lifted they can't see me with the writtens I be all about my business hit me up another time
I might die high by streetlight
Momma cry I lied said it'd be fine
I fight my fight to the Eastside dress on the Westside flex on the next wanna stress what it be like
I got more for they asses crazy funk like on acid
Roll this blunt but don't pass it swerving 80 through traffic
Turn that up but don't blast it woah
If they need more for they reason I'm not one to get even
Leveling up I just leave em Heaven above I can't see them
I'm on the run from these demons
I don't got time for the bullshit no
A nigga stay high to get through shit though
Been waiting to getting signed I think imma be fine I throw up the peace sign and let it get go
It's about what you know go on a share that knowledge
A couple good grades bring a lil nigga college
Cup of ginger-ale for the stale niggas B
How you going frown on a nigga paying homage ballin

I try to stay out of my mind but this forty want talk to this nine fine
Roll up a spliff we goin see if this mix bring me down the abyss or help me up the climb
Look at the bodies on bodies on bodies
Shit getting sloppy the lobby look foggy
That Lodi and Dodi make her wanna party
So bring up the pack and pop me some Biscotti