Gotham (Talib Kweli & Diamond D), Skyzoo - Attention Span lyrics
[Gotham Talib Kweli & Diamond D, Skyzoo - Attention Span lyrics]
Yeah, they getting too slimy
Liable to make this peace brother turn grimy
I'm out now, yo
You don't pay attention, man
That's why your money is the
Size of your attention span, and
You don't pay attention, man
That's why your money is the
Size of your attention span, damn
You don't pay attention, man
That's why your money is the
Size of your attention span hold tight
This is the last time you'll hear me
I'm out now
My New York niggas move keys like Cal Tjader
Get the cream like the alfredo with
Beef steak tomatoes on heat like potatoеs
Bombs burstin' in the air like
My banner is star spanglеd
You started hearin' all these trumpets
Blarin' like archangels coming
We out here taking action with losses
Am I privileged enough to
Die from natural causes?
I was in Paris on the
Night that Bourdain died
I wish I knew he was in pain
I would've been at his side
When you face immortality
You make space for the morality you
Erased to get paid a salary
Your soul is the one thing
You should never sell
'Cause you can't buy an
Air conditioner in Hell
I ain't talking no mystery gods
History at odds with the narrative you
Spit to me 'cause you lying
So when you say you not buying it
That's irrelevant
And it's pretty convenient 'cause
I ain't selling it
You don't pay attention, man
That's why your money is the
Size of your attention span, and
You don't pay attention, man
That's why your money is the
Size of your attention span, damn
You don't pay attention, man
That's why your money is the
Size of your attention span, and
You don't pay attention, man
That's why your money is the
Size of your attention span, damn
Meanwhile if you measure what I'm about
It look like I'm the all-seeing
Eye off of my account
Vision laid all over the bills I iron out
Taught to keep it clean when you
Tuck it inside the house
The irony of living outside
And ducking the outline
Off your innermost fears inside and out
You know how the story go, born alone
Die alone
'Til they bring the gentrifieds home
For the glory road
And made us underrated icons in
Front of a tripod
'Cause for every Chelsea Handler
There's always a Tyshawn
So, yo, who's making this cheese, this cash
These bucks?
Whether for me or the Ds, bet your
Hands be up, tried to tell you, but
You don't pay attention, man (Ha, haha)
That's why your money is the
Size of your attention span, and
You don't pay attention, man
That's why your money is the
Size of your attention span, damn
You don't pay attention, man
That's why your money is the
Size of your attention span, and
You don't pay attention, man
That's why your money is the
Size of your attention span, damn
Liable to make this peace brother turn grimy
I'm out now, yo
You don't pay attention, man
That's why your money is the
Size of your attention span, and
You don't pay attention, man
That's why your money is the
Size of your attention span, damn
You don't pay attention, man
That's why your money is the
Size of your attention span hold tight
This is the last time you'll hear me
I'm out now
My New York niggas move keys like Cal Tjader
Get the cream like the alfredo with
Beef steak tomatoes on heat like potatoеs
Bombs burstin' in the air like
My banner is star spanglеd
You started hearin' all these trumpets
Blarin' like archangels coming
We out here taking action with losses
Am I privileged enough to
Die from natural causes?
I was in Paris on the
Night that Bourdain died
I wish I knew he was in pain
I would've been at his side
When you face immortality
You make space for the morality you
Erased to get paid a salary
Your soul is the one thing
You should never sell
'Cause you can't buy an
Air conditioner in Hell
I ain't talking no mystery gods
History at odds with the narrative you
Spit to me 'cause you lying
So when you say you not buying it
That's irrelevant
And it's pretty convenient 'cause
I ain't selling it
You don't pay attention, man
That's why your money is the
Size of your attention span, and
You don't pay attention, man
That's why your money is the
Size of your attention span, damn
You don't pay attention, man
That's why your money is the
Size of your attention span, and
You don't pay attention, man
That's why your money is the
Size of your attention span, damn
Meanwhile if you measure what I'm about
It look like I'm the all-seeing
Eye off of my account
Vision laid all over the bills I iron out
Taught to keep it clean when you
Tuck it inside the house
The irony of living outside
And ducking the outline
Off your innermost fears inside and out
You know how the story go, born alone
Die alone
'Til they bring the gentrifieds home
For the glory road
And made us underrated icons in
Front of a tripod
'Cause for every Chelsea Handler
There's always a Tyshawn
So, yo, who's making this cheese, this cash
These bucks?
Whether for me or the Ds, bet your
Hands be up, tried to tell you, but
You don't pay attention, man (Ha, haha)
That's why your money is the
Size of your attention span, and
You don't pay attention, man
That's why your money is the
Size of your attention span, damn
You don't pay attention, man
That's why your money is the
Size of your attention span, and
You don't pay attention, man
That's why your money is the
Size of your attention span, damn