Joell Ortiz - Food for Thought lyrics

Yo I ain't gon' front
Shorty used to look good
She's just lookin' alright nowadays
It's crazy (C-C-C-Cookin' Soul)

Uh, I toss and turn, I can't sleep at night
I see that it was your love
That inspired me to write
I remember that day in the summer of 9-2
Everybody gathered 'round and they
Was talkin' 'bout you
Eavesdropped for an hour and was
Happy when I left
Went upstairs and wrote what I would
Say the day we met
A little shorty then but I
Was confident to death
They made you sound so fly
So I just tried to be my best
Crumpled a couple papers
First impressions happen once


So I just wrote what I
Had heard, sippin' liquor, rap and blunts
Everybody said you liked that so that's
What I tried to offer
My crush on you was out of
This world like a flyin' saucer
So next day I went outside and told the guys
What I'mma tell you when we met and
They looked at me all surprised
My age was so young yet my words so mature
One dude turned and said "She just
Might let you in the door"

Y'knowmsayin? I had such a crush
On this girl cause
She was beautiful back then, it was like 9-2
E'rybody's gathered 'round in front of
My buildin' talkin' about her
I'm like "Yo I can't wait 'til I meet her"
I went upstairs inspired! Y'knowmsayin?
Like, start writin' down ideas like
What I'mma tell her, the day we met
Like damn, check it

After years of talkin' to the guys
I sharpened my pick-up lines
And recorded 'em
Makin' sure they was delivered to you fine
From tryin' to find you it was
Myself that I would find
So I told you who I was
And the chronicles I designed
Then a few years ago Koch
Records gave me a sign
I was doin' the right thing when
They put some money behind my story
They figured you like what I had to say
I was popular
My story had even got back to Dre
Knew we was gon' meet
So I tried to stay calm
But, I was fin' to be the man
If I had you on my arm
Ain't get to my head though
Still wrote my letters with charm
That's when a dude named Nas wrote
A letter that you was gone
Tried not to believe him but
Then he was co-signed
By writers across the globe that
Was on they own grind
So what was I supposed to do? (what?)
For the first time in a long time
I ain't have nothin' to look forward to

So y'all followin' me, right?
I mean I'm pretty sure by now y'all should
Have an idea of who I'm talkin' 'bout
I'm pretty sure y'all don't think
She look as fly
As she used to back in the days either
So I ain't alone in this vote, but um
I'mma try to, I'mma try to save her, man
I'mma try to rescue her, man
Y'knowmsayin? She deserve that (listen)

I still wrote to you
Even though I heard the rumors
That's when I came to my own
Understandin' of who you was
No one's actually met you
They just write and hope you hear it
And hope that you're attracted to
The person in their lyrics
Some people try to bag you by
Tellin' you what they have
Hopin' you're materialistic and like to brag
Others try to scoop you by
Portrayin' that they tough
Prayin' that you're a good girl
And you like 'em rough
The newest sensation's tryin' to get
You through a dance
So if y'all bump heads at a party
You'll give him an extra glance (hey)
Then there's a couple people like I
That let you know exactly who they are
Why not?
But not a soul's met you face-to-face
So with every word they write is
Where they place the faith
(Dear Hip-Hop) Provin' the next
Line in this lyric
How can Hip-Hop be dead when she's a spirit?

Yaowa, Joell Ortiz (yeah)
Just fuckin 'round with my pen again
You know food for thought nigga, haha
I'm nice, yo man
I don't even know, where this gon' end up
But just give it some air rrrrah