Jump for X (Explicit)

This be my post modern soul-parody

Depressed so I can't speak with sincerity

My lips is pierced with vodka, true clarity

Kicked in the door like J. Cole's house apparently

You thought the kids that were raising these new blocks

Would change the world, be the brains, let's walk by 2Pac

Instead, we talk about nothing but these ooh wops

Chasing bread only focused on making the crew pop

"Hip hop is dead" and other mutterings that I stutter

I didn't mean it, but I'm scrolling

Tryna find Drake baby mother

I get restless in the winter, be coked out for the summer

I know better, like I'm Prezi

Sucker-free, raised by my mother

**** the other side, rival gang or parents

Let's get lost tonight like we Hov and Ye in Paris

Everybody feel the passion, do a dance, keep it mashin'

Shoo shoo shoo, house party where I was gassing

I know that things change

If I ever cop a Range, I'd let the braids hang

So I drive around the city, watch me maintain

Maybe picking up the pace, but we don't change lanes

We can't change lanes

Other side, rival gang or parents

Let's get lost tonight like we Hov and Ye in Paris

Every other side rival gang of parents

Let's get lost tonight

Look at how fast you drank this wine

You drink this shit to forget the time, you know

You make it look like it not fine

You make it look like you're doing fine

Only you, only you can know what's on your mind

Post-modern on The Fax and Melrose

It's like you're fighting mine

If the shoe fits for whom the bell tolls

Hate bein' wasted all this time

Post-modern on The Fax and Melrose

And it looks so easy

If the shoe fits for whom the bell tolls

Let's get lost tonight

And now we feeling free

Let it fall off the leaves

When heroes die, time is froze on L.A. streets

Never for a second I need

(Jump for X, jump for X, jump for X, jump for X, jump for X)

Need

Yeah, yeah