Life a movement, shit's a struggle, but I gotta hustle
Til I'm right with myself, can't be with nobody else
Ain't shit realer than this feeling when I sat with this one
Diesel, Glue, and Raw twisted for another fixture
A complicated soul is what I have to call upon
My reasons for breathing is decent, what I'm frowning for
I Used To Love Her, in my head
I can't escape the feeling
Of f*cking up a Good Love, Anita Baker wheeling
My mind jaded, mind you
Lately, I been going places
Tripping, smoking, and spitting is how I cope with living
Uh, it's kinda sad really
Lemme breathe with ease, get back to these beats
Splatter brain matter on the track, and have my niggas ship it for free
I'm in your crib with the shits
K9s couldn't sniff it
Keep it blazing, til the day I see change
These lackadaisical ways'll kill a nigga, one day
From the land of Ravens, so maybe drugs, or gunplay
Dropping hats for the caps spilt, or some petty shit
They work thraxed, they just tryna get a dollar from scratch I'm saying
Life's movements is a struggle, but I gotta hustle
Til I'm right with myself, can't be with nobody else
Ain't shit realer than this feeling when I sat with this one
Diesel, Glue, and Raw twisted, yea
I'm sparking ina jungle
Motions running rampant
Lemme catch em, but I just end up crashing shit
Damn
A tad off course, feeling estranged
Maybe one day.. naw
Too much to say, tryna keep it mulling
Joint pulling, full of sour goodness
This catalog is Raw, built it from the start
Put my heart and soul into this movement, I swear we never falling off
That's word to Bria and Russ
Y'all my niggas, straight up
Like a dot of the 12 to the clock, according to my watch
It's time to get, ya feel it?
TheCircle steady spinning
And time ain't slipping for no nigga
Be about your business
But y'all nevermind me
Let me keep inventing
Shit, I swear I'm steady venting
Herbology - Airin' Out Lyrics
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Life a movement, shit's a struggle, but I gotta hustle
Til I'm right with myself, can't be with nobody else
Ain't shit realer than this feeling when I sat with this one
Diesel, Glue, and Raw twisted for another fixture
A complicated soul is what I have to call upon
My reasons for breathing is decent, what I'm frowning for
I Used To Love Her, in my head
I can't escape the feeling
Of f*cking up a Good Love, Anita Baker wheeling
My mind jaded, mind you
Lately, I been going places
Tripping, smoking, and spitting is how I cope with living
Uh, it's kinda sad really
Lemme breathe with ease, get back to these beats
Splatter brain matter on the track, and have my niggas ship it for free
I'm in your crib with the shits
K9s couldn't sniff it
Keep it blazing, til the day I see change
These lackadaisical ways'll kill a nigga, one day
From the land of Ravens, so maybe drugs, or gunplay
Dropping hats for the caps spilt, or some petty shit
They work thraxed, they just tryna get a dollar from scratch I'm saying
Life's movements is a struggle, but I gotta hustle
Til I'm right with myself, can't be with nobody else
Ain't shit realer than this feeling when I sat with this one
Diesel, Glue, and Raw twisted, yea
I'm sparking ina jungle
Motions running rampant
Lemme catch em, but I just end up crashing shit
Damn
A tad off course, feeling estranged
Maybe one day.. naw
Too much to say, tryna keep it mulling
Joint pulling, full of sour goodness
This catalog is Raw, built it from the start
Put my heart and soul into this movement, I swear we never falling off
That's word to Bria and Russ
Y'all my niggas, straight up
Like a dot of the 12 to the clock, according to my watch
It's time to get, ya feel it?
TheCircle steady spinning
And time ain't slipping for no nigga
Be about your business
But y'all nevermind me
Let me keep inventing
Shit, I swear I'm steady venting
Til I'm right with myself, can't be with nobody else
Ain't shit realer than this feeling when I sat with this one
Diesel, Glue, and Raw twisted for another fixture
A complicated soul is what I have to call upon
My reasons for breathing is decent, what I'm frowning for
I Used To Love Her, in my head
I can't escape the feeling
Of f*cking up a Good Love, Anita Baker wheeling
My mind jaded, mind you
Lately, I been going places
Tripping, smoking, and spitting is how I cope with living
Uh, it's kinda sad really
Lemme breathe with ease, get back to these beats
Splatter brain matter on the track, and have my niggas ship it for free
I'm in your crib with the shits
K9s couldn't sniff it
Keep it blazing, til the day I see change
These lackadaisical ways'll kill a nigga, one day
From the land of Ravens, so maybe drugs, or gunplay
Dropping hats for the caps spilt, or some petty shit
They work thraxed, they just tryna get a dollar from scratch I'm saying
Life's movements is a struggle, but I gotta hustle
Til I'm right with myself, can't be with nobody else
Ain't shit realer than this feeling when I sat with this one
Diesel, Glue, and Raw twisted, yea
I'm sparking ina jungle
Motions running rampant
Lemme catch em, but I just end up crashing shit
Damn
A tad off course, feeling estranged
Maybe one day.. naw
Too much to say, tryna keep it mulling
Joint pulling, full of sour goodness
This catalog is Raw, built it from the start
Put my heart and soul into this movement, I swear we never falling off
That's word to Bria and Russ
Y'all my niggas, straight up
Like a dot of the 12 to the clock, according to my watch
It's time to get, ya feel it?
TheCircle steady spinning
And time ain't slipping for no nigga
Be about your business
But y'all nevermind me
Let me keep inventing
Shit, I swear I'm steady venting
Writer: Herbert Mallory
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