Adonis_Reaper, Erykah Badu, Konscious X - Touchdown lyrics
[Adonis_Reaper, Erykah Badu, Konscious X - Touchdown lyrics]
So, presently I'm standing
Here right now, you're so demanding
Tell me what you want from me hey-
Yeah sundown
8PM it's touchdown
I'm tryna hit the city 'fore the sun rise
Cos i know the hustlers up &
Ready by the blind spots
It's safe to say i know the city too well
Gotta see the homies & we pour one
Up for Wesley 'fore we raise Hell yeah
I left the city at a very young
Age but everytime i hit the scenе
I'm reminded of what i could have been
Maybе in a cell or in the streets hustling
This that basement rap
You know that shit that makes you
Feel like even you can rap
9PM my momma worried bout my
Whereabouts meanwhile i was in
The streets blazing joints on the
Roof with the G's
We bout to jump in the booth
Time I'm faded off that weed
Nostalgic feeling
Took me to the time when Wesley was alive
The first time that i stepped to the mic
Thanking God for what it did with my life
I'll be forever grateful shit
So can I get a window seat?
Don't want nobody, next to me
I just want a ticket outta town
A look around, and a safe touch down
Can I get a window seat?
Don't want nobody, next to me
I just want a chance to fly
A chance to cry, and a long bye
Yo sundown
8PM it's touchdown
Two early joints in the morning
To make me sweet i look over my shoulder I'm
Amazed by what I see
A couple niggas that jus came back from hell
They got lost in the hood and
Spent 6 years in jail
Now they back and it seems
They haven't changed a bit
They still thugging on the block
Straight from 6 to 6
Parents hate them and they wish they
Could stop acting like ferrous
But that's hard cause they was raised
And taught by the ghetto
You can't put a fish in water
And expect it not to swim
Or show a sinner lust and
Expect him not to sin
(expect him not to sin) uh
This that basement rap
This that shii that got me all night
With a pen and a pad
I got this voice in my head that
Keeps on telling me to stop
It's prolly haters that don't wanna
See me at the top
All I need is one mic, six beats
One tight flow to put me up on the big screen
(One tight flow to put me
Up on the big screen)
(One tight flow to put me
Up on the big screen)
Make me wanna ask a lady for
A ticket out of town
So can I get a window seat?
Don't want nobody, next to me
I just want a ticket outta town
A look around, and a safe touch down
Can I get a window seat?
Don't want nobody, next to me
I just want a chance to fly
A chance to cry, and a long bye
Yeah i won't rest until my momma reap
The fruit's of her labour
I won't rest until we're eating at the table
Yeah often I'm portrayed as the villain
Sometimes they hate for no
Reason and i forgive
'em cos they not know what they do
Meet me at the pinnacle, that's
Where I'm headed to, yeah
I'ma product of a crime ridden city
Where the innocent ain't given no pity
Where molesters give a fuck if you're pretty
Where the cops give a fuck if you did it
Where the faithful church goers be sinning
Where the thugs bagging half an M on
Stolen goods & still don't be winning
The only means of survival is
To adjust or get adjusted, you feel me?
And that's my city
Window Seat don't want nobody, next to me
I just want a ticket out of town
A look around & a safe touchdown (O-o-o-oo)
(Ahhh, Eyy)
I just want a chance to fly
A chance to cry & a long buck bye
Here right now, you're so demanding
Tell me what you want from me hey-
Yeah sundown
8PM it's touchdown
I'm tryna hit the city 'fore the sun rise
Cos i know the hustlers up &
Ready by the blind spots
It's safe to say i know the city too well
Gotta see the homies & we pour one
Up for Wesley 'fore we raise Hell yeah
I left the city at a very young
Age but everytime i hit the scenе
I'm reminded of what i could have been
Maybе in a cell or in the streets hustling
This that basement rap
You know that shit that makes you
Feel like even you can rap
9PM my momma worried bout my
Whereabouts meanwhile i was in
The streets blazing joints on the
Roof with the G's
We bout to jump in the booth
Time I'm faded off that weed
Nostalgic feeling
Took me to the time when Wesley was alive
The first time that i stepped to the mic
Thanking God for what it did with my life
I'll be forever grateful shit
So can I get a window seat?
Don't want nobody, next to me
I just want a ticket outta town
A look around, and a safe touch down
Can I get a window seat?
Don't want nobody, next to me
I just want a chance to fly
A chance to cry, and a long bye
Yo sundown
8PM it's touchdown
Two early joints in the morning
To make me sweet i look over my shoulder I'm
Amazed by what I see
A couple niggas that jus came back from hell
They got lost in the hood and
Spent 6 years in jail
Now they back and it seems
They haven't changed a bit
They still thugging on the block
Straight from 6 to 6
Parents hate them and they wish they
Could stop acting like ferrous
But that's hard cause they was raised
And taught by the ghetto
You can't put a fish in water
And expect it not to swim
Or show a sinner lust and
Expect him not to sin
(expect him not to sin) uh
This that basement rap
This that shii that got me all night
With a pen and a pad
I got this voice in my head that
Keeps on telling me to stop
It's prolly haters that don't wanna
See me at the top
All I need is one mic, six beats
One tight flow to put me up on the big screen
(One tight flow to put me
Up on the big screen)
(One tight flow to put me
Up on the big screen)
Make me wanna ask a lady for
A ticket out of town
So can I get a window seat?
Don't want nobody, next to me
I just want a ticket outta town
A look around, and a safe touch down
Can I get a window seat?
Don't want nobody, next to me
I just want a chance to fly
A chance to cry, and a long bye
Yeah i won't rest until my momma reap
The fruit's of her labour
I won't rest until we're eating at the table
Yeah often I'm portrayed as the villain
Sometimes they hate for no
Reason and i forgive
'em cos they not know what they do
Meet me at the pinnacle, that's
Where I'm headed to, yeah
I'ma product of a crime ridden city
Where the innocent ain't given no pity
Where molesters give a fuck if you're pretty
Where the cops give a fuck if you did it
Where the faithful church goers be sinning
Where the thugs bagging half an M on
Stolen goods & still don't be winning
The only means of survival is
To adjust or get adjusted, you feel me?
And that's my city
Window Seat don't want nobody, next to me
I just want a ticket out of town
A look around & a safe touchdown (O-o-o-oo)
(Ahhh, Eyy)
I just want a chance to fly
A chance to cry & a long buck bye