ฟังเพลงGlue Traps (feat. Quelle Chris)

Glue Traps (feat. Quelle Chris) - Armand Hammer/The Alchemist/billy woods/E L U C I D/Quelle Chris

Lyrics by：billy woods/Chaz Hall/The Alchemist

Composed by：Chaz Hall/The Alchemist/billy woods

Produced by：The Alchemist

For a sip of cold water

Until it all over

Real money's whatever's in your pockets when you're broke

'Cause for that last twelve twenty-five dog you don't even wanna know

Don't prize fighter past my prime so it's gon' go how it go

No dives though this deep water can't just hop out the boat

Haram on the shirt damn right I want that pig smoked

If it's good work only need a couple tokes

Recidivist never gave up hope that we could move that dope

Hold up let me pull your coat

What profit a man to gain the whole world if he don't have time to gloat?

All whitе crowd?

I laugh at life's little jokes

Somе of y'all never got up at the crack of dawn to go to work for the low and it shows

Good for you though

It's hard to get out of bed when there's glue traps behind the stove

Bulldozers in the olive grove soldiers switching to civilian clothes

Every story tell a story that's already been told

Everything's dead and gone we only had the name of the road

Stretch a little take a little more

Stretch a little take a little more

Dying today with a little something mourning

Getting over everything half price when he told her

Shopping cart rolled in load her down

Mean man pulling up in the lady barber

Three suns on Fulton beef pork chicken shrimp

Work is work be smurt said it only gets harder

Hardest working for your people you be your own send my regards

Keep your garbage out our garden

I scrub concrete with bleach water in kitchen whites

Wash my hands a thousand times a shift

Flip what's hid behind the pipes it's only right

Name a price body mind spirit

Feel it in your warmest void behind and under

Tweed and Corduroy looping moving pictures

Chicken backs and gizzards

Crack your skeleton it's Baby New Year

Cross-town traffic hop out on Gates and Green

Black derby not Nate Dogg with the pinstripe step light

Bay rum in the air there's a word for that

I'ma yearn it back there's a word for this

Stretch a little take a little more

Tippy-tap

Stretch a little take a little more

Tippy-tap

Down today

I did it mama I did it papa

Avoiding hungers had big spots

Rolling stone moss don't touch me like soap on white folks' legs when they wash

Or a colored Kente cloth

Your subgenre's DaVinci-core

These thoughts sound like pumpkin spice for these boys

Stress got me at a height smoking pointing like grapeseed oil

Turn the soil left to kick the dirt but I'm way too loyal way too cool

Gotta strip layers like working through nursing school

Second coming of nice we Birth of Cool

We hula hoop with the ring of fire these guys are jumping through nothing new

Tears shed for the bucket of dual soap

So fuck it can't be stuck in neutral

Zig zag ziggy business as usual

Gang runs on numbers and liars plug is for hire

Old bucks tryna get back on the track and youngins to buy up

Plus most of these Yakubian products making dollars in the industry are simply DEI hires

If we keeping it funky keep it a buck

What I expected him to be actually was to be a militant

In in the line of Malcolm X or um Martin Luther King or um uh Garvey

And he was none of these things he was simply a quiet very conservative intellectual

And he fit in very well he got along very well with everybody there

Um I never quite understood why I was having problems

Why are you smoking dope why is um uh all this discontented blah-blah?