Текст песни Keep Pushinn - Blu
(1:
Blu)
Yo.
I
scribbled,
all
out
of
line
when
I
drew
up
a
self-portrait
Ran
all
out
of
space
and
found
me
in
another
orbit
More
importantly
though,
he
wasn't
late
for
the
interview
Kissed
the
interviewers
hand,
we
weren't
properly
duced
They
danced
through
topics
while
skimming
the
truth
Skinny
dipping
in
each
other's
optical
visions
nude
She
threw
the
magazine,
cause
she
said
she
knew
the
editor
Chief
rocker,
not
a
competitor
or
a
beat
boxer
Honored
enough,
she
Peter
Bradley'd
with
us.
With
her
Drew
Blake's
tucked,
cause
she
knew
what
was
up
I
just
drew
blanks,
blushed
all
the
way
to
the
bank
Cashed
a
few
bucks,
got
grub,
filled
up
my
tank
I
think
she,
prolly
think
I'm
dopepretanatural
Said
I
smoke
with
the
judge,
tried
to
feed
her
them
apples
Fuck
classical,
I
listen
to
jazz-soul,
R&B,
riddim
and
blues
Funk
grooves,
hard
to
tweak
shit.
Deep
end
thoughts
I
walked
the
streets
bent.
Contaminated
speech
be
killin'
then
beat
this
Watch
one
prefix,
restrict-a-remix,
reach
quick
to
keep
shit
Constipate
release
dates.
R-S-D-L,
Dual
layer
edition
As
soon
as
the
scene
breaks
I
sneak
in
the
chicken
Get
em'
Hamilton
James
shot,
couldn't
handle
grim
had
to
grin
Nikon
flashed
again.
Right
on!
Yo,
this
planet
is
hilarious
right
moms?
Sike,
wrong.
Look
like
he
drops
bombs
on
a
serious
note
He
need
a
series,
he's
experienced
folks.
No
inquiries
though
you
should
already
know
Hold
the
press,
you
got
me
long
as
I'm
holding
her
dress
When
she
move
eye
move,
and
it's
just
that
fresh
(2:
Blu)
Sunset's
taking
me
places
I
lay
awake
to
see
Painting
dreams
patiently
patient;
playing
keys
Singing
off
awfully,
pardon
me
cough,
coffee
breath
Caught
me
walking
awkwardly
arguing
bout'
my
art
and
death
"Marshall
what's
an
artist
with
no
arteries?",
I
often
think
Glad
I
left
part
of
my
heart
carved
in
a
leaf
with
ink
Blink,
sharpie
my
sheets,
no
debate.
Second
guessing
was
guessing
a
second
second
too
late
I
said,
"Wait,
can
they
handle
a
candle
with
no
mantle?"
Light
bull
over
head
went
dull;
"What
should
he
sample?"
Pulled
Ahmad
Jamal,
saw
a
lost
number
on
the
record
sleeve
Talked
like
Charles;
checked
to
see
if
she
would
guess
its
me
Caught
off
guard,
all
laughing
all
ecstatic.
Asked
her
"Could
we
do
lunch?"
She
said,
"Yeah
Gavin."
Gavin?
Who
the
fuck's
Gavin?
No
more
laughing,
phone
hung
up
Must've
been
the
wrong
number.
Ion'
know
who
that
was.
Cuz
laughed
at
me
Buzz
bad,
actually
drunk,
mad
happy.
Started
dialing
other
folks,
"Fuck
it
yo,
act
classy."
Sat
up
straight,
put
a
button
upon.
Even
though
it's
4:
20
we'll
be
fresh
before
dawn
Used
to
want
Ms.
Daily
even
though
I
was
young.
Then
we
slept
half
the
day
as
if
nothing
was
wrong
She
said,
"John
what
the
fuck
are
you
on?
You
look
a
mess."
I
said,
"Same
shit
as
you,
and
it's
just
that
fresh."
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