E-Dubble - Arcade lyrics
[E-Dubble - Arcade lyrics]
Strong arm cynic
I pop eyes sans that spinach
Forearms big no tats bout business
Feelin' grown when I sip a
Glass of that Glenfiddich
Pronounce it right like an announcer might
Avoid missteps like a fuckin' towson fight
Cuz those cops like to lock
You up and lose keys
Cipher in the cell police like who's he
I am- a lot less than what I strive for
Life stalled- but I got a lot to ride for
I know what truthfully holds the key
To my drive but my ride is rolling on e
And I don't feel a need to
Even fill my tank up
Life lookin bleek but I still say thank ya'
Cuz' all we got now is that fuckin' moment
Can't wait for great and you
Will not blow this we live
One day to the next day
No light living life in an arcade
Stop playing those games save that change
What you need a joystick for
You are Pac Mayne
Runnin' circles, jumpin' hurdles
Playin' what you live but
The real milk curdles
And that shit stinks, so stop drinkin' it
Can't you feel the lumps come
On homey think a bit
And I ain't with the frontin'
I'm tip-top Hip-Hop and I'm on to something
Tip of the chapeux to all those who know
What's really good with the music
In the veins it flows and for me
It's more cuz' when it rains it snows
Overcast like a cloudy day is my prose
Like the weatherman couldn't predict this
Vernacular spectacular peep that diction
- yeah so just peep that scripture
No bible, but I will, seek that wisdom
Humbled by real life, fumblin' to feel right
Gettin' hammered till I'm buried like
A fuckin' steel spike
Weak reference, but keep guessin'
Next time around no room for any questions
No press conference and no interviews
Keep my head above water sans
Boat or inner tube like we live-
Top- ON, I don't have a convert
I got a car that works and that's my word
Point a to b I might converse
Shoelace express your best is still my worst
I'm not caked up, at least not yet
But, I plan on baking better
Than the top chef
Cuz' I'll beat the best, no teacher's pet
I leven dough like a yeast infect
No massengill needed I couldn't
Never be douchey
Omnipresent everywhere stan tucci
Touché, parlez vous mon genre
Hip-hop is good, live
Breath it eat it all day
Eat, pray, love fuck it I'mma stay good
Put my people on a little like che would
But no marxist still shop at target
My revolution's quiet not silent
Like your farts is