Blu - Keep Pushin' lyrics
[Blu - Keep Pushin' lyrics]
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 introduced
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 doper than natural
Said I smoke with the judge
Tried to feed her them apples
Fuck classical, I listen to jazz-soul, R&B
Rhythm 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 drop 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
I move and it's just that fresh
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, uh, sharpie my sheets, no debate
Second guessing was guessing a
Second second too late i said, "Wait
Can they handle the candle with no mantle?"
Lightbulb 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 it's 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
I don't 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 bud in a bong
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"
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 introduced
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 doper than natural
Said I smoke with the judge
Tried to feed her them apples
Fuck classical, I listen to jazz-soul, R&B
Rhythm 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 drop 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
I move and it's just that fresh
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, uh, sharpie my sheets, no debate
Second guessing was guessing a
Second second too late i said, "Wait
Can they handle the candle with no mantle?"
Lightbulb 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 it's 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
I don't 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 bud in a bong
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"