Lyrics: That she wrote, "Speech to the Young: Speech to the Progress Toward" Say to them, say to the down-keepers, the sun-slappers The self-soilers, the harmony-hushers Even if you are not ready for the day, it cannot always be night Serve, flex, I do work (work), six, I'm like Mike He's out of sight, woo, you done got me piped Two-man like Ike, six out the spot (uh, uh) Into the night Yeah, I'm shaking the drop (drop) I'm still up on top (aight) I been had the bop (ooh-ooh) The devil my opp, can't pay me to stop (It's lit) My God at the top (La Flame) We gon' praise our way out the grave, dawg Living, speaking, praise God Walking out the graveyard back to life I serve, follow your worth, see with new sight, into the night (hey) Yeah, this life I'm living (I'm living) All the advice been tipped in (that thing) Gave me that grip, no slipping (that grip) Out of my mind, went tripping (my mind) Tell me take two when I'm on one (I'm on) That lookout like no one, kept it real tight like yo' son (yo' son) Yeah (La Flame) We gon' praise our way out the grave, dawg Living, speaking, praise God Walking out the graveyard back to life (hey) I serve, follow your worth, see with new sight, into the night (hey) Still on sight, huh, still outside I just, huh, still outside, huh, still outside Tame Imp-, Tame Impala Tame Impala stay outside, huh And I'm still outside, I'm still outside, still outside, huh Let's get right, huh, let's get right, uh, let's get right, uh, huh Let's get right, let's get (ayy, ayy, ayy), let's get right Let's get (ayy, ayy, ayy), let's get- (hey) Look at new scenes, I opened my life, I'm subject to memes I signed a few -, I polished their dreams An angel on Earth, come under my wing Stop running your publishers- They publish the headlines and say the wrong things Y'all treat your Lord and Savior like renters' insurance You know what I mean? Bada the bada the boom, I bada the boom, I bada the bing I need a new girl, my old one was mean I had to let go, forgave all them evils that came to my shows I channeled them bad, all in abode I challenge the trust, I challenge the turbulence I came with the life I gathered my sinners and asked if I'm right, let's get- I just get right, huh Let's get right, let's get right, let's get right, shh, shh Ain't on sight, it's on sight I don't know you, you, you, you, it's on sight I don't know you, you, you, you (ayy, ayy), let's get right Ayy, all of my n-as on Channel 5 I don't channel ten 'til it go time Used to throw up my uncle's spaghetti Been toting totes since before I was ready Back when my mama told me that I was challenged A single black woman, you know that she petty I turned a heavy heart to two million dollars I put that in totals, reverse out the day I gotta, I gotta put on a rager one time I swung the powder, went major one time I know some white people serving no time I gotta do it for me, do it for, pray for me Doing it for all the ones dying I wanna do it for all the ones crying I wanna, uh, uh, uh, let's get right, huh
Lyrics: Summertime, and the livin's easy Bradley's on the microphone with Ras MG All the people in the dance will agree That we're well-qualified to represent the L.B.C Me, me and Louie, we gonna run to the party And dance to the rhythm, it gets harder Me and my girl, we got this relationship I love her so bad, but she treats me like shit On lockdown, like a penitentiary She spreads her lovin' all over And when she gets home, there's none left for me Summertime, and the livin's easy Bradley's on the microphone with Ras MG All the people in the dance will agree That we're well-qualified to represent the L.B.C Me, me and Louie, we gonna run to the party And dance to the rhythm, it gets harder (Harder, yeah, harder, yeah) Oh, take this veil from off my eyes My burning sun will, some day, rise So, what am I gonna be doin' for a while? Said, I'm gonna play with myself Show them, now, we've come off the shelf Summertime, and the livin's easy Bradley's on the microphone with Ras MG All the people in the dance will agree That we're well-qualified to represent the L.B.C Me, me and Louie, we gonna run to the party And dance to the rhythm, it gets harder (Harder, yeah, harder, yeah) Evil, I've come to tell you that she's evil, most definitely Evil, ornery, scandalous and evil, most definitely The tension, it's getting hotter I'd like to hold her head underwater (Summertime) (Ah, ah, ah) Summertime, and the livin's easy Bradley's on the microphone with Ras MG All the people in the dance will agree That we're well-qualified to represent the L.B.C Me, me and Louie, we gonna run to the party And dance to the rhythm, it gets harder
