Michael Aristotle - Walkin' Lyrics

Lyrics Walkin' - Michael Aristotle



Cameras rollin'
I hope ya' notice
100 degress out
Flow the coldest
Went to college
The Throne made Otis
Barack was Potus
Michelle was Flotus
Fast forward present
Heart is broken
Blunts are rolling
The smoke is potent
Dropping ashes
Hold the lotion
Burning my lips from smoking roaches
I just wanna get high all day
She just wanna' sip mimosas
Proposing toasts
In the lab i'm focus
Fans waiting for my Magnum Opus
Came in the league we ain't have no coaches
We get tackled
Ain't no offense
She give me dome
I say oh shit
Ayos Mios
Buenos Noches
Just another girl that's in my contacts
I miss her call
I don't call back
She wanna' press play
I wanna' pause that
I went autumn
I had to fall back
Blankets on couch
Where I sleep on
When it's daytime
I can't be home
We go Downtown
Streets my feet on
Walk on Peachtree
I need to be gone
But i would just
Walk
Walk
Walk
Walk
Walk
Walk
Walk
Walk
Keep Walking
Keep Walking
Keep Walking
Keep Walking
Just
Walk
Walk
Walk
Walk
Walk
Walk
Walk
Keep Walking
Keep Walking
Keep Walking
Keep Walking
I need space
She need a best friend
I ain't have a car
I'm feeling less than
Ain't got nowhere to go
Time need to extend
I'm in the lobby
Writin' rhymes at the Westin
How did I condone this
Early 20s how is he relating to the homeless
Only difference I look clean
But anyone could expose it
Like when the day is over where the fuck he goin' home at?
Where's my visa?
Peachtree Plaza
To Vinny's Pizza
Right by that Starbucks
Frappuccinos
Ain't get kicked out
Had on clean clothes
Piedmont Park
I, sit on the bench
Watching birds fly, Georgia Peaches
Then come nighttime, back on eastside
I smell like outside, under street lights
Walk
Walk
Walk
Walk
Walk
Walk
Walk
Walk
Keep Walking
Keep Walking
Keep Walking
Keep Walking
Just
Walk
Walk
Walk
Walk
Walk
Walk
Walk
Keep Walking
Keep Walking
Keep Walking
Keep Walking
Wednesday night in the jeep with Will
His left hand swerved on the steering wheel
The cops hit the sirens and pulled us over
Quiktrip parking lot, in the slowest motion
Windows down they could smell the odor
Flashlights flashed over our shoulders
We smoked like 20/30 minutes ago
The weed scent still was loud over the cologne
The officer had asked if its weed in the truck
He asked is there any hiding spots-we would ever put the weed in the front
But we smoked it all
They still searched the car
2 more cops in the back
We waited on the sidewalk
Told us to relax
Said we must be artists
He asked me to rap, While they search whip?
Nigga i wanted to snap
My bro told me do it, we just tryna' make it home
I spit a lil' 12, left the nigga mindblown
They didn't find shit so they all drove off
I felt like a slave right after we rode off
That's what they thinking
Of me and my dawgs
Think we troubled, but can't see my scars
Or what i been through
So i'll keep talking
Don't let it get you down
Just keep walking
Walk
Walk
Walk
Walk
Walk
Walk
Walk
Walk
Keep Walking
Keep Walking
Keep Walking
Keep Walking
Just
Walk
Walk
Walk
Walk
Walk
Walk
Walk
Keep Walking
Keep Walking
Keep Walking
Keep Walking



Writer(s): Quintin Talbert


Michael Aristotle - Almost There
Album Almost There
date of release
11-03-2020




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