Contact (feat. Farai & Jake.Is.Next)

Lift your hands up

Throw them to the sky

Lift your hands up

Throw them to the sky

Eyes wide since a baby I been dreaming since a jit

Some ganja and some pastries all my problems I forget

I keep chakra in a cage I keep it locked inside the fence

I'm quiet

I be talkin if the vibe be on the tip

I need some money in my pockets buy a whip so I thank my moms

A honey kind of thick I see it shake from the side

That's how we talkin with my **** when we smoking the za

Just know we plotting when you see us kick your problems aside

Them summer days in the Honda mini van shit I miss it

From pools to my momma whipping yams in the kitchen

My eyes seeing blank but my mind having visions

I'm just tryin not to have these premonitions

Asked to hold the fort down

I ain’t as quick as I was

Fighting the demons I brought myself in the form of a dozen roses

Hosing clothes off I been dealing with some

Way back

Bitch always told me I’m a passionate one

But save that

Cause I could make a couple bands off instrumentals

This pilot hole of caution breeds a trip inside my mental

While I’m swimming inside my mind

The shit I write ain’t confidential

The passion we exhume enough to pay your fuckin rental

Now a jury of my brothers doing work up on they dental

Just passed a couple hoes they said saw me at the show

Want take 'em back to b&b they rented

Time is TNT and then it’s god on the TV

I mean I see it

Rest In Peace to cease-fire

Shit we had ain’t here no more

It expired

Second old heads see me

Force that geezer retire

Dressed in old head fit from '91 my attire

Aspired bow-legged fuck

Gon' put you out like a fire

Lift your hands up

Throw them to the sky

Lift your hands up

Throw them to the sky

These **** talking crazy like ain't the one

I know I'm still my mommas baby till the way we done

I mixed the greens up with the gravy tryna save my lungs

Shit im just tryna be the greatest

Said this shit from the jump

Oh shit

Here we go again