Knowmads - ThoughtsFromAPorch lyrics
[Knowmads - ThoughtsFromAPorch lyrics]
I got you yeah, uh
I'm puffing blunts for many months in a row
Your my buddy if you got goody
And front me the dro it's cold outside
Only rocking hoodies and coats
My music makes you think about it
Feels like nothing before i pray to god
That there's a god so I
Can trust in your ghost
I feel empty when I'm hungry
And got nothing to smoke
On the molly with these bitches
Tryna bustin em both
Hustle these flows, get it then
Go muscle the road, swerve it
Duckin a pole, on a hustle for dough
Hustle for shows
And damn sure ain't trusting a hoe
A lot of cats be busting flows
But they ain't touching me no
Check the people, for people who fucking evil
Keep the G code, family first then my amigos
High as seagulls
When I die put me on c notes
When I was young I remember I
Would use the cheat code
But now my steez so clean
It's like a free throw
On Greek row we used to stir
It up like Steve Biko
Now each week I'm feeling weaker
Than the week before
Bleaker than my sneakers on a
Peak I never reached before
Walking home at sunrise
Feeling knee deep in snow
It's unreal but shit I guess it's
How your trip could go
The living room so cloudy used
To live in smoke yup
That's all we do, we just live in smoke
Off the loud swerp the sound
If you didn't know
Funny you surprised we here
When you saw that we coming
While we ain't stopping for nothing
Til we dropping a hundred
I do this for my brother
Mom and pops and all of my cousins
Also for you, and you
And you and every block where you bump it
Hop in your bucket, pop trunk it
Go and knock it in public
Cause this beat rot like an onion
My DJ chop it and cut it
So we don't have to stack no gwop
I make it hot on a budget
Understanding that it ain't gotta produce
Pop it to love it
I've heard the subject I was judging
All the coke that they doing
A hypocrite hitting the spliff can
Still smoking an losing
Supposed to be showing
Improving through the flows that I'm using
Hoping this music opens you and all
Your folks to the movement
Cause with no school and slow and stupid
I was chosen to do it
Making a killing off dealing
Or living broke as a student
Your closest homies gon' skew it
You gotta focus and view it
I've been feeling hot headed at cats that
I'm supposed to be cool with
Tired of being left for regret
And a lot of remorse
But to the ones that stayed down
I got you of course
And to my pops when I'm rich
I'mma cop you a Porsche
But right now this ain't shit
Just my thoughts from a porch
I'm puffing blunts for many months in a row
Your my buddy if you got goody
And front me the dro it's cold outside
Only rocking hoodies and coats
My music makes you think about it
Feels like nothing before i pray to god
That there's a god so I
Can trust in your ghost
I feel empty when I'm hungry
And got nothing to smoke
On the molly with these bitches
Tryna bustin em both
Hustle these flows, get it then
Go muscle the road, swerve it
Duckin a pole, on a hustle for dough
Hustle for shows
And damn sure ain't trusting a hoe
A lot of cats be busting flows
But they ain't touching me no
Check the people, for people who fucking evil
Keep the G code, family first then my amigos
High as seagulls
When I die put me on c notes
When I was young I remember I
Would use the cheat code
But now my steez so clean
It's like a free throw
On Greek row we used to stir
It up like Steve Biko
Now each week I'm feeling weaker
Than the week before
Bleaker than my sneakers on a
Peak I never reached before
Walking home at sunrise
Feeling knee deep in snow
It's unreal but shit I guess it's
How your trip could go
The living room so cloudy used
To live in smoke yup
That's all we do, we just live in smoke
Off the loud swerp the sound
If you didn't know
Funny you surprised we here
When you saw that we coming
While we ain't stopping for nothing
Til we dropping a hundred
I do this for my brother
Mom and pops and all of my cousins
Also for you, and you
And you and every block where you bump it
Hop in your bucket, pop trunk it
Go and knock it in public
Cause this beat rot like an onion
My DJ chop it and cut it
So we don't have to stack no gwop
I make it hot on a budget
Understanding that it ain't gotta produce
Pop it to love it
I've heard the subject I was judging
All the coke that they doing
A hypocrite hitting the spliff can
Still smoking an losing
Supposed to be showing
Improving through the flows that I'm using
Hoping this music opens you and all
Your folks to the movement
Cause with no school and slow and stupid
I was chosen to do it
Making a killing off dealing
Or living broke as a student
Your closest homies gon' skew it
You gotta focus and view it
I've been feeling hot headed at cats that
I'm supposed to be cool with
Tired of being left for regret
And a lot of remorse
But to the ones that stayed down
I got you of course
And to my pops when I'm rich
I'mma cop you a Porsche
But right now this ain't shit
Just my thoughts from a porch