paroles de chanson NAT AND PANCHO - Arch Bishop feat. Charlie Bars

Everything is strong thats the cloud im on
Fingers crampin from this money that I'm counting on
Brand new bills make it harder just to count it all
Brand new outfit on I'm after mine you should be after yours
Really ain't with all that back n forth
Keep talkin and you'll get smacked with force
Like u crashed a Porsche
And I ain't askin nobody to come and pass the torch
I set fire to mic cords just to run its course
I feel like iron mike Tyson when any mics involved
The beard of Viking god it's clear I'm a sight to saw
Sight to see go ahead try trying me
Cuz fighting me and winning is not likely
I could be on my death bed in a wet bed
From blood and piss
And still beat that ass u can't fuck with this
You must be skitz
I spend money on dumb shit like I must be rich
Nah I just want everything I missed as a lil kid
I feel like Peter fuckin Pan I ain't growing up
I see clearer ever since them mushrooms I was throwing up
Everything's about that ego that I'm holding up
But I don't feel we equal I like so above
I know I'm nuts sometimes I forget What I'm doing or why I'm holding something
And if my shorts keep falling just know I'm holding something

Shit gotta feel like Curtis mayfield at the wheel
Of a sedan deville open container no spill
Bumpin that el Chicano keepin it mild like poblanos
Coppin tacos from Oaxaca outside of McDonald's
Cuz That's more my speed don't go in no stores for weed
I sees the Forrest for the trees like the lord of the rings
I been ordering things Bart Simpson shot wit the sling
Bullseye on launchpads when duckin dark wings
Evil spirits go delirous when hearin these lyrics
Mansa Musa slap the shit outta Marcus Aurelius
Real recognize real I can feel my Familia
Since I was young I had the gift like I was Mathilda
But this ain't no fairy tale
I did the knowledge where
Mo Curly and Larry failed
I had to visit my father several times in jail
I read a letter the other day I got in the mail
And that shit broke me down
This the life of so many kids who are Black and Brown
That's why I can't overlook em so many make me proud
A wise Sheppard seared black cod wit salt pepper
Pardon the lecture but medium rare is proper texture
My mind is a labyrinth extravagant
Filled with an elaborate spice reference cabinet
Come get a dish we eat fish and fresh salads
But we can go Stephen Jackson and malice in the palace

My nigga