Quiet Trip (feat. Portugal. The Man & The Last Artful, Dodgr)

Oh my, God, I can't believe my eyes Wake up everybody you know Come on, watch the garden grow I'll see you when you get there Uh, alright, yeah, two fifteen, yo Downtown for the win, whoa Sean C for the tempo, Portugal for the intro This is Arctical Don Disco from the one choir Calling shots like an umpire Where I live, yo, man, I done lost mad kinfolk Over gunfire through the window As a young squire who become Sire I had no way to tell what I was in for I was 5'9" like Royce with the giant voice like Mikе Winslow Never been quite likе them so I'm on my own time Mind darker than a coal mine Thoughts deeper than a coal mine So I'm out here slangin' on this blade Hopin' that I don't get cut by these police Makin' raids on those of us who know what's up My lil' homies, my lil' sons Got them keys and they got them drums Making superstitious runs on them insufficient funds No more rules in this here shit, toddlers packin' a revolver How the hell you robbers gonna rob the robber? See you with that heater, you sweeter than peach cobbler If it ain't 'bout that paper, then man that ain't what Reek habla Man, you know what's goin', they say, "Woke about that dope" Ask them fiends about them keys, 'bout that coke, 'bout that smoke Two fifteen my city, man, and we it from 'round here If it's crazy where you at Then, it ain't no different 'round here, listen Oh my, God, I can't believe my eyes Wake up everybody you know (we all got away from you) Come on, watch the garden grow (we all got away from you) I'll see you when you get there Oh my, God, I can't believe my eyes Wake up everybody you know (we all got away from you) Come on, watch the garden grow (we all got away from you) I'll see you when you get there Yo, reminiscin' over old times, sip a little bit of Oban When the wind blow like a land mine, balled up fist now Who the fuck's this calling on the landline? Back back like a hair line, I don't really want the air time I don't wanna smile for the cameras, damn, I just wanna see my fam rise I can feel when a man lies, tryna grow old and wise And I'm still fly like airlines, stay sharp like samurais Dip low like Cam'ron, Big Show when it's slam time Word to my nigga Anton Bogarting through this door Hopin' that it don't get shut By these police makin' raids on those of us who know what's up My lil' uzi weighs a ton, man, I truly ain't the one My lil' junior straight from juvie, make a movie gangster run Y'all confusin' this here shit with some television drama None of y'all lil' mamas touching Mr. Trotter Even with that heater, you sweeter than peach cobbler Real ones out here winnin', you swimmin' in deep agua Click, pow, I'm a rebel just for kicks now Been down with the get down You ain't sayin' shit, sit down This loud, twenty one pound, my town Man, we it from 'round here If they 'bout it where you from Then it ain't no different down here, listen Oh my, God, I can't believe my eyes Wake up everybody you know (we all got away from you) Come on, watch the garden grow (we all got away from you) I'll see you when you get there Oh my, God, I can't believe my eyes Wake up everybody you know (we all got away from you) Come on, watch the garden grow (we all got away from you) I'll see you when you get there Yeah? Alright, I'll come home At the end of the day, everybody got good and bad In every culture, in every race But you also gotta remember where you're people at So you always should wanna love Your people unconditionally no matter what