Paul Russell, Jon Keith, Ruslan - 45th Ave Interlude lyrics
[Paul Russell, Jon Keith, Ruslan - 45th Ave Interlude lyrics]
Yeah i just wanna do my best to be
The best that I could be run that back, look
Yeah
See, I just wanna do my best to
Be the best that I could be
Is that too much to ask for God?
I mean You the great Elohim
And I can't find a melody to
Go along with all these chords
I'm waking up at 6 AM and
Every morning I be bored
YMCA is where I be at
They say they brought the 90s back
Maybe I peaked there
Now I can take a stab at grimy rap
Rapper turned pastor turned YouTuber
Back to rapper trying to figure out who I
Can model my career after
After the clout, Juno, but not in the way
I'ma get tattoos on my face
Just to try and blow
No, I mean I got like standards and stuff
Lifting a lot of weights
But suspect with stamina, huh
In a nutshell, I must tell, my side of it
Like when I was driving and the bus fell
The tire blew
So now I struggle to trust well
All these new fans comparin' me to Russ but
I ain't never sound like the dude
I guess we all look alike right
Well I'm just happy that my wife don't think
That I'm a sore sight to her eyes
Life is getting better, I'm feeling younger
My bum knee is getting better
I feel the hunger
But gotta watch my table manners
My etiquette is that of a mammal
King of the jungle I'm just
Happy we stopped wearing flannels
But did we? Or they just
Don't go with the 350s
On the beat, 'til the z's hit me
Just breathe with me
They think I'm a homegrown kid
In maybe three cities
Guessin' I'll speak 'til the peak hit me
G really? Trying not to trust in my sight
The pass no look do a whole verse on the
Track that has no hook
It's, it's hotel, living
Rooms, and notebooks, yeah
And it's so good
Yo, it's a journey don't you
Ever go forgetting that
The end goals in the phones
Will never hit you back
I talk about it all to any mic, on any Mac
It works out, really facts so give me that
I mean that me and King Dream
Feel like we reachin' the sky
I told you I ain't make the meal
Just got a piece of the pie
I ain't know a rap song
Could have me preaching tonight
Now I can fool around and
Throw this joint on CCLI, let's go
Look, my momma calling me for fashion advice
Immaculate I be but not
Quite splashing the ice
A lavishless life is what I
Live I'm actively trying
To match up with the standard of
God and the passion of Christ
Compassionate eyes
They recognize the practice of lies
And I'm an advocate for
Abstaining from inaccurate rhymes
Get back in the line
Know your place and understand mine
You all talk and no action
That's an inverted mime
See real G silent no one knows
I'm back on the grind
With explosives under me just like
I stepped on a mine see I got sick thoughts
God gave me the illest of minds
Something I can never pay back
Like a billion fines
Yeah, I gotta limit this bragging of mine
My pride bubble up and then it's
Like a dragon to fight
Yeah, Pops said it's a habit of mine
Irresponsible how I'm rolling like
A toddler is driving
The best that I could be run that back, look
Yeah
See, I just wanna do my best to
Be the best that I could be
Is that too much to ask for God?
I mean You the great Elohim
And I can't find a melody to
Go along with all these chords
I'm waking up at 6 AM and
Every morning I be bored
YMCA is where I be at
They say they brought the 90s back
Maybe I peaked there
Now I can take a stab at grimy rap
Rapper turned pastor turned YouTuber
Back to rapper trying to figure out who I
Can model my career after
After the clout, Juno, but not in the way
I'ma get tattoos on my face
Just to try and blow
No, I mean I got like standards and stuff
Lifting a lot of weights
But suspect with stamina, huh
In a nutshell, I must tell, my side of it
Like when I was driving and the bus fell
The tire blew
So now I struggle to trust well
All these new fans comparin' me to Russ but
I ain't never sound like the dude
I guess we all look alike right
Well I'm just happy that my wife don't think
That I'm a sore sight to her eyes
Life is getting better, I'm feeling younger
My bum knee is getting better
I feel the hunger
But gotta watch my table manners
My etiquette is that of a mammal
King of the jungle I'm just
Happy we stopped wearing flannels
But did we? Or they just
Don't go with the 350s
On the beat, 'til the z's hit me
Just breathe with me
They think I'm a homegrown kid
In maybe three cities
Guessin' I'll speak 'til the peak hit me
G really? Trying not to trust in my sight
The pass no look do a whole verse on the
Track that has no hook
It's, it's hotel, living
Rooms, and notebooks, yeah
And it's so good
Yo, it's a journey don't you
Ever go forgetting that
The end goals in the phones
Will never hit you back
I talk about it all to any mic, on any Mac
It works out, really facts so give me that
I mean that me and King Dream
Feel like we reachin' the sky
I told you I ain't make the meal
Just got a piece of the pie
I ain't know a rap song
Could have me preaching tonight
Now I can fool around and
Throw this joint on CCLI, let's go
Look, my momma calling me for fashion advice
Immaculate I be but not
Quite splashing the ice
A lavishless life is what I
Live I'm actively trying
To match up with the standard of
God and the passion of Christ
Compassionate eyes
They recognize the practice of lies
And I'm an advocate for
Abstaining from inaccurate rhymes
Get back in the line
Know your place and understand mine
You all talk and no action
That's an inverted mime
See real G silent no one knows
I'm back on the grind
With explosives under me just like
I stepped on a mine see I got sick thoughts
God gave me the illest of minds
Something I can never pay back
Like a billion fines
Yeah, I gotta limit this bragging of mine
My pride bubble up and then it's
Like a dragon to fight
Yeah, Pops said it's a habit of mine
Irresponsible how I'm rolling like
A toddler is driving