M.anifest, M3nsa - Bob And Weave lyrics

There are dreams to be chased so
Of course run 'em down
See the crease on the face
Means the past still around
I want cash, dollars, pounds
I want ass, big and round
There's a dark side of the moon
When the sun goes down

Nothing go be clear till
The winner is declared
The battle no be fair who dey
Take am no dey share just dey bob and weave
Just dey just dey bob and weave
Just dey bob and weave
Just dey just dey bob and weave
Nothing go be clear till
The winner is declared
The battle no be fair who dey
Take am no dey share just dey bob and weave
Just dey just dey bob and weave


Just dey bob and weave
Just dey just dey bob and weave

Can't touch with nunchucks
I wear Chuck's when I roll up
I never gave two fucks
My poker face make them fold up god's plan
A betting man handed me a pair of dice
I don't gamble but Lord please can
I get a sample of paradise
Never was a fame whore
Prayed for what they paid for
Don't say more or do less
I wrote this under duress
I used to live in the US
But back home is my backbone
Renovate my new address
No GPS to my catacomb i'm Leonardo
Catch me if you can I'll get your name up
I'm Van Gogh
Painting pictures you can buy and frame up
You no dey see
I get flattery from my enemies
Early bird gets the worm second
Mouse gets the cheese
I was born with ambition
Never needed your permission
Pay me 8 racks per vision
I go doggystyle on this mission (Uhh)
Maintain with a pen game better listen
I came with the octane from a distance
Scripture, touch not my anointed
Flex on 'em like I'm double jointed

Nothing go be clear till
The winner is declared
The battle no be fair who dey
Take am no dey share just dey bob and weave
Just dey just dey bob and weave
Just dey bob and weave
Just dey just dey bob and weave
Nothing go be clear till
The winner is declared
The battle no be fair who dey
Take am no dey share just dey bob and weave
Just dey just dey bob and weave
Just dey bob and weave
Just dey just dey bob and weave

Money dey talk so why would they listen
Minimalism in capitalism
See through my eyes, a colorful prism
All of these bars like building a prison
I wasn't paying attention (Nah)
E be too expensive mood is pensive
Kofi and Ama move in a sakawa manner
(Sika pɛ) tickles the senses
All of my struggles in these (Trenches)
Down for the count indeed (Census)
Crabs in the barrel quarrel (Reckless)
To be expected
6 year-olds chaperoning 3 year siblings
Truth be told
Just dey bob and weave in my old Timberlands

There are dreams to be chased so
Of course run 'em down
See the crease on the face
Means the past still around
I want cash, dollars, pounds
I want ass, big and round
There's a dark side of the moon
When the sun goes down

Nothing go be clear till
The winner is declared
The battle no be fair who dey
Take am no dey share just dey bob and weave
Just dey just dey bob and weave
Just dey bob and weave
Just dey just dey bob and weave
Nothing go be clear till
The winner is declared
The battle no be fair who dey
Take am no dey share just dey bob and weave
Just dey just dey bob and weave
Just dey bob and weave
Just dey just dey bob and weave

Just dey bob and weave
Just dey just dey bob and weave
Just dey bob and weave
Just dey just dey bob and weave
Just dey bob and weave
Just dey just dey bob and weave
Just dey bob and weave
Just dey just dey bob and weave