Skyzoo, Jake, Papa - Collateral lyrics
[Skyzoo, Jake, Papa - Collateral lyrics]
Can It All Be So Simple, Cory and Dennis?
Top 3s and chopped cheese
All through the winters
Box Jeeps and Cardi B's off of the scrimmage
Mahogany behind the seats, caught
In the lyrics
Do you know, where you going to? Draw
Up what they know of you
Picture that with enough space for
Whoever should go with you
Told me what we here for, same
Way it was told to you
My Saint Laz heavy enough to
Pray over both you, meaning, yall and me is
A-alikes for the being
Of time, time being a way to
Find you a lead in
Gil Scott Heron, Jill Scott heroine
Hands folded for apple bags or you Elohim it
Be as it may, shit will seem to be straight
And banking on collateral's what it
Be out the gate, the beauty of it all but
You still see the decay
And counting's even prettier baby
So either way, either way
This shit feels like we living
A life on borrowed time
This shit feels like we living a
Life being caught in a high
Been in jail since my daddy was born
But my pen is collateral bond
Oh my God, oh my God
Are we really free here?
Either way it's more than
Just what they're saying
Say you look in the tone and
It shows you what they're portraying
They giving you the tone that you
Need like you was related
Feeling like to atone is to
Keep it from ever fading
Til you knew the tone you
Receiving was off a payment
Like when it's two tones on
The V' that you serenading
Mike '92 tone on the Beamer, Rockaway Ray it
Or white and blue tone from the
D's all in the way and
It gets, in between, soon as you
Got it you grey it
I mean, silly me for tryna
Co-Op and New Day it
I be, centerpieced like I was
Tryna two way it
I preach, Hennessy but I see
The need to Dusse it
The thought of pink bottles of
Spade turns into spilling them
Over flow on the dough like the
Red bones that deliver them
Yeah, be as it may, shit
Will seem to be straight
And banking on collateral's what it
Be out the gate, either way
This shit feels like we living
A life on borrowed time
This shit feels like we living a
Life being caught in a high
Been in jail since my daddy was born
But my pen is collateral bond
Oh my God, oh my God
Are we really free here?
And you in the back of a rental
In front of a bag of maybes
Like maybe shit'll move to where you
Can call this the 80's
Or maybe this is ruined and
You in for an awakening
And the tone that you knew was
The root why you mistaken
And waiting, and still waiting
And still waiting
Told youngin on my second classic
To drill a way in
Word to any misconception that
They drilled to us
'cause you still shooing to kill
If you kill the shooters
They told us fuck it
Either way it's what we want so
Do believe what we on baby
I respond like We just here to pick up on
Some money 'fore they tell us we gone baby
They respond like Get it how
You live and how you
Live is how to get it to God baby
And I respond like either way you put it
This collateral is all off the arm baby
Top 3s and chopped cheese
All through the winters
Box Jeeps and Cardi B's off of the scrimmage
Mahogany behind the seats, caught
In the lyrics
Do you know, where you going to? Draw
Up what they know of you
Picture that with enough space for
Whoever should go with you
Told me what we here for, same
Way it was told to you
My Saint Laz heavy enough to
Pray over both you, meaning, yall and me is
A-alikes for the being
Of time, time being a way to
Find you a lead in
Gil Scott Heron, Jill Scott heroine
Hands folded for apple bags or you Elohim it
Be as it may, shit will seem to be straight
And banking on collateral's what it
Be out the gate, the beauty of it all but
You still see the decay
And counting's even prettier baby
So either way, either way
This shit feels like we living
A life on borrowed time
This shit feels like we living a
Life being caught in a high
Been in jail since my daddy was born
But my pen is collateral bond
Oh my God, oh my God
Are we really free here?
Either way it's more than
Just what they're saying
Say you look in the tone and
It shows you what they're portraying
They giving you the tone that you
Need like you was related
Feeling like to atone is to
Keep it from ever fading
Til you knew the tone you
Receiving was off a payment
Like when it's two tones on
The V' that you serenading
Mike '92 tone on the Beamer, Rockaway Ray it
Or white and blue tone from the
D's all in the way and
It gets, in between, soon as you
Got it you grey it
I mean, silly me for tryna
Co-Op and New Day it
I be, centerpieced like I was
Tryna two way it
I preach, Hennessy but I see
The need to Dusse it
The thought of pink bottles of
Spade turns into spilling them
Over flow on the dough like the
Red bones that deliver them
Yeah, be as it may, shit
Will seem to be straight
And banking on collateral's what it
Be out the gate, either way
This shit feels like we living
A life on borrowed time
This shit feels like we living a
Life being caught in a high
Been in jail since my daddy was born
But my pen is collateral bond
Oh my God, oh my God
Are we really free here?
And you in the back of a rental
In front of a bag of maybes
Like maybe shit'll move to where you
Can call this the 80's
Or maybe this is ruined and
You in for an awakening
And the tone that you knew was
The root why you mistaken
And waiting, and still waiting
And still waiting
Told youngin on my second classic
To drill a way in
Word to any misconception that
They drilled to us
'cause you still shooing to kill
If you kill the shooters
They told us fuck it
Either way it's what we want so
Do believe what we on baby
I respond like We just here to pick up on
Some money 'fore they tell us we gone baby
They respond like Get it how
You live and how you
Live is how to get it to God baby
And I respond like either way you put it
This collateral is all off the arm baby