[{"id":30037053,"name":"Like Water ft. Lauryn Hill","trackName":"Like Water ft. Lauryn Hill","artistName":"The Roots","albumName":"The Best Of The Roots","duration":69.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Well, I tell you\nThis-this, this song, I think it's a good one\nErm, it's a good, it's a good follow up to Rebel\nBecause after I did, this is-, this is what I encountered\n\nMoving down the streams of my lifetime\nPulls the fascination in my sleeve\nCooling off the fire of my longing\nBoiling off my cold within his heat\nMelting down the walls of inhibition\nEvaporating all of my fears\nBaptizing me into complete submission\nDissolving my condition with his tears\n\nHe's just like the water\nI ain't felt this way in years\nHe's just like the water, the water\nI ain't felt this way in years\n\nCoursing through my senses, he's prevailing\nFloating through the space of my design\nDrowning me to find my inside sailing\nDrinking in the mainstream of mind\nFilling up the cup of my emotions\nSpilling over into all I do\nIf I only I could get lost in his ocean\nSurviving on the thought of loving you\n\nHe's just like the water\nI ain't felt this way in years, in years\nHe's just like the water, the water\nI ain't felt this way in years\n\nBathing in the fountain of his essence\nHe causes my expression to remain\nHumbled on a mountain by his presence\nWashing my intentions with his name\n\nSealing off the floodgates of his passions\nSaving all his liquid for his own\nMoisturizing me to satisfaction\nIn my imagination, no, no\n\nHe's pouring out his soul to me for hours and hours\nDrawing out my nature with his hands\nYearning, I'm so thirsty for his power\nBurning to be worthy of his land\n\nHe's just like the water\nI ain't felt this way in years\nHe's just like the water\nI ain't felt this way in years\n\nCleaning me\nHe's purging me\nAnd moving me around\nHe's bathing me\nAnd he's claiming me\nAnd moving me around\nAround and around and around\nAnd around\n\nWatching me, claiming me\nMoving me around\nHe's purging me\nHe's been cleaning me\nAnd moving me around\n\nAnd around\nAnd around\nAround\nAround\nHe's moving me around\n\nY'all gettin' paid to clap like this?\nYou sure?\n'Cause we could work somethin' out later","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Like Water ft. Lauryn Hill\n artist: The Roots\n album: The Best Of The Roots\n duration_ms: 69000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Well, I tell you\n This-this, this song, I think it's a good one\n Erm, it's a good, it's a good follow up to Rebel\n Because after I did, this is-, this is what I encountered\n\n Moving down the streams of my lifetime\n Pulls the fascination in my sleeve\n Cooling off the fire of my longing\n Boiling off my cold within his heat\n Melting down the walls of inhibition\n Evaporating all of my fears\n Baptizing me into complete submission\n Dissolving my condition with his tears\n\n He's just like the water\n I ain't felt this way in years\n He's just like the water, the water\n I ain't felt this way in years\n\n Coursing through my senses, he's prevailing\n Floating through the space of my design\n Drowning me to find my inside sailing\n Drinking in the mainstream of mind\n Filling up the cup of my emotions\n Spilling over into all I do\n If I only I could get lost in his ocean\n Surviving on the thought of loving you\n\n He's just like the water\n I ain't felt this way in years, in years\n He's just like the water, the water\n I ain't felt this way in years\n\n Bathing in the fountain of his essence\n He causes my expression to remain\n Humbled on a mountain by his presence\n Washing my intentions with his name\n\n Sealing off the floodgates of his passions\n Saving all his liquid for his own\n Moisturizing me to satisfaction\n In my imagination, no, no\n\n He's pouring out his soul to me for hours and hours\n Drawing out my nature with his hands\n Yearning, I'm so thirsty for his power\n Burning to be worthy of his land\n\n He's just like the water\n I ain't felt this way in years\n He's just like the water\n I ain't felt this way in years\n\n Cleaning me\n He's purging me\n And moving me around\n He's bathing me\n And he's claiming me\n And moving me around\n Around and around and around\n And around\n\n Watching me, claiming me\n Moving me around\n He's purging me\n He's been cleaning me\n And moving me around\n\n And around\n And around\n Around\n Around\n He's moving me around\n\n Y'all gettin' paid to clap like this?\n You sure?\n 'Cause we could work somethin' out later\n"},{"id":21372776,"name":"Like Water","trackName":"Like Water","artistName":"The Roots feat. Lauryn Hill","albumName":"The Best of The Roots","duration":69.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Well, I tell you\nThis-this, this song, I think it's a good one\nErm, it's a good, it's a good follow up to Rebel\nBecause after I did, this is-, this is what I encountered\n\nMoving down the streams of my lifetime\nPulls the fascination in my sleeve\nCooling off the fire of my longing\nBoiling off my cold within his heat\nMelting down the walls of inhibition\nEvaporating all of my fears\nBaptizing me into complete submission\nDissolving my condition with his tears\n\nHe's just like the water\nI ain't felt this way in years\nHe's just like the water, the water\nI ain't felt this way in years\n\nCoursing through my senses, he's prevailing\nFloating through the space of my design\nDrowning me to find my inside sailing\nDrinking in the mainstream of mind\nFilling up the cup of my emotions\nSpilling over into all I do\nIf I only I could get lost in his ocean\nSurviving on the thought of loving you\n\nHe's just like the water\nI ain't felt this way in years, in years\nHe's just like the water, the water\nI ain't felt this way in years\n\nBathing in the fountain of his essence\nHe causes my expression to remain\nHumbled on a mountain by his presence\nWashing my intentions with his name\n\nSealing off the floodgates of his passions\nSaving all his liquid for his own\nMoisturizing me to satisfaction\nIn my imagination, no, no\n\nHe's pouring out his soul to me for hours and hours\nDrawing out my nature with his hands\nYearning, I'm so thirsty for his power\nBurning to be worthy of his land\n\nHe's just like the water\nI ain't felt this way in years\nHe's just like the water\nI ain't felt this way in years\n\nCleaning me\nHe's purging me\nAnd moving me around\nHe's bathing me\nAnd he's claiming me\nAnd moving me around\nAround and around and around\nAnd around\n\nWatching me, claiming me\nMoving me around\nHe's purging me\nHe's been cleaning me\nAnd moving me around\n\nAnd around\nAnd around\nAround\nAround\nHe's moving me around\n\nY'all gettin' paid to clap like this?\nYou sure?\n'Cause we could work somethin' out later","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Like Water\n artist: The Roots feat. 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Lauryn Hill","trackName":"Water Feat. Lauryn Hill","artistName":"The Roots & J. Period","albumName":"The Best of The Roots","duration":69.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Well, I tell you\nThis-this, this song, I think it's a good one\nErm, it's a good, it's a good follow up to Rebel\nBecause after I did, this is-, this is what I encountered\n\nMoving down the streams of my lifetime\nPulls the fascination in my sleeve\nCooling off the fire of my longing\nBoiling off my cold within his heat\nMelting down the walls of inhibition\nEvaporating all of my fears\nBaptizing me into complete submission\nDissolving my condition with his tears\n\nHe's just like the water\nI ain't felt this way in years\nHe's just like the water, the water\nI ain't felt this way in years\n\nCoursing through my senses, he's prevailing\nFloating through the space of my design\nDrowning me to find my inside sailing\nDrinking in the mainstream of mind\nFilling up the cup of my emotions\nSpilling over into all I do\nIf I only I could get lost in his ocean\nSurviving on the thought of loving you\n\nHe's just like the water\nI ain't felt this way in years, in years\nHe's just like the water, the water\nI ain't felt this way in years\n\nBathing in the fountain of his essence\nHe causes my expression to remain\nHumbled on a mountain by his presence\nWashing my intentions with his name\n\nSealing off the floodgates of his passions\nSaving all his liquid for his own\nMoisturizing me to satisfaction\nIn my imagination, no, no\n\nHe's pouring out his soul to me for hours and hours\nDrawing out my nature with his hands\nYearning, I'm so thirsty for his power\nBurning to be worthy of his land\n\nHe's just like the water\nI ain't felt this way in years\nHe's just like the water\nI ain't felt this way in years\n\nCleaning me\nHe's purging me\nAnd moving me around\nHe's bathing me\nAnd he's claiming me\nAnd moving me around\nAround and around and around\nAnd around\n\nWatching me, claiming me\nMoving me around\nHe's purging me\nHe's been cleaning me\nAnd moving me around\n\nAnd around\nAnd around\nAround\nAround\nHe's moving me around\n\nY'all gettin' paid to clap like this?\nYou sure?\n'Cause we could work somethin' out later","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Water Feat. Lauryn Hill\n artist: The Roots & J. Period\n album: The Best of The Roots\n duration_ms: 69000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Well, I tell you\n This-this, this song, I think it's a good one\n Erm, it's a good, it's a good follow up to Rebel\n Because after I did, this is-, this is what I encountered\n\n Moving down the streams of my lifetime\n Pulls the fascination in my sleeve\n Cooling off the fire of my longing\n Boiling off my cold within his heat\n Melting down the walls of inhibition\n Evaporating all of my fears\n Baptizing me into complete submission\n Dissolving my condition with his tears\n\n He's just like the water\n I ain't felt this way in years\n He's just like the water, the water\n I ain't felt this way in years\n\n Coursing through my senses, he's prevailing\n Floating through the space of my design\n Drowning me to find my inside sailing\n Drinking in the mainstream of mind\n Filling up the cup of my emotions\n Spilling over into all I do\n If I only I could get lost in his ocean\n Surviving on the thought of loving you\n\n He's just like the water\n I ain't felt this way in years, in years\n He's just like the water, the water\n I ain't felt this way in years\n\n Bathing in the fountain of his essence\n He causes my expression to remain\n Humbled on a mountain by his presence\n Washing my intentions with his name\n\n Sealing off the floodgates of his passions\n Saving all his liquid for his own\n Moisturizing me to satisfaction\n In my imagination, no, no\n\n He's pouring out his soul to me for hours and hours\n Drawing out my nature with his hands\n Yearning, I'm so thirsty for his power\n Burning to be worthy of his land\n\n He's just like the water\n I ain't felt this way in years\n He's just like the water\n I ain't felt this way in years\n\n Cleaning me\n He's purging me\n And moving me around\n He's bathing me\n And he's claiming me\n And moving me around\n Around and around and around\n And around\n\n Watching me, claiming me\n Moving me around\n He's purging me\n He's been cleaning me\n And moving me around\n\n And around\n And around\n Around\n Around\n He's moving me around\n\n Y'all gettin' paid to clap like this?\n You sure?\n 'Cause we could work somethin' out later\n"},{"id":30744862,"name":"Water (Water: The First Movement, Water: The Abyss, Water: The Drowning)","trackName":"Water (Water: The First Movement, Water: The Abyss, Water: The Drowning)","artistName":"Roots, The","albumName":"Phrenology","duration":624.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"South Philly, North Side, Oakland, Texas, Georgia\nBlack people, uh\nWorldwide\nNa what I'm sayin'?\nThis is for my nigga\nDumb and blind\n\nThey say a record ain't nothin' if it's not touchin', grippin'\nDraw you in close and make you wanna listen to it\nAnd if you real ill at makin' music\nThe listna gonna feel like he living through it\nThat's how my nigga do it\n\nI met slacks back in like ninety-one rappin'\nWe went to Millersville to get away from gun clappin'\nIt ain't last, I be in class dreaming 'bout\nFifty-thousand fans up in the stands\nScreaming out\n\nEncore, yo I'm heading back to Philly\nNigga you rollin' with me?\nI'm tryna get busy\nWe walked dogs that was off the chain\nLotta times at the shows people hardly came\n\nI just, took it in stride as a part of the game but inside\nPeople down with me started to change\nIt was a couple thangs, little syrup, little pills\nInstead of riding out on the road you'd rather chill\n\nI know the way the pleasure feels, I'm not judgin'\nBut still I'm on a mission yo, I'm not buggin'\nI got fam that can't stop druggin', they can't sleep\nThey can't stick to one subject they can't eat\nIt's people steady comin' at me out in the street\nLike Riq yo what up with ya peeps, it gets deep, nigga\n\nYo, you need to walk straight masta ya high\nSon, you missing out on what's passin' ya by\nI done see these streets suck a lotta cats dry\nBut not you and I my nigga\nWe got to get\nC'mon over, over, the water\nC'mon over, over, the water\nYo, water\nYo, water\n\nWe done been through many meals a couple of deals\nShared clothes and wheels, killed mics and reels\nWe done rocked shows abroad and slept on floors\nTrying to figure what the fuck we gettin' slept on for\n\nOr what we walkin' with the weapon for\nWeighted by the gravity law\nYou know it if you came up poor my nigga\nPicture the bus up north\n\nYou know we made of everything outlaws are made of\nI'm far from a hata\nAnd I don't say I love you\n'Cause the way I feel is greater\nM-illa you a poet son, you a born creator\n\nAnd this'll probably dawn on you later\nIt's in your nature\nLyrics all up on you walls like they made of paper\nYou gotta follow where the talent take ya\nYa might fuck around and finally make it and that's real but yo\n\nYo, you need to walk straight masta ya high\nSon, you missing out on what's passin' ya by\nI done see these streets suck a lotta cats dry\nBut not you and I my nigga\nWe got to get\nC'mon over, over, the water\nC'mon over, over, the water\nYo, water\nYo, water\n\nYo, I want ya all to understand I come from South Philly\nAnd when I walk the streets it's like a pharmacy\nThey got all type-a shit anybody can get\nIt go from H to X to Loosie cigarettes\n\nFor my ghetto legend, known for little shiest runnin'\nCop Codine by the Quarts and keep comin', dumbin'\nJust embracing the dope like it's a woman\nYa burning both sides of the rope and just pullin', tuggin'\n\nIn between Islam and straight thuggin'\nLayin' everyday around the way and doin' nothin'\nSee 'em all shakin' their heads and start shruggin'\nIf they don't got a man like mine they gotta cousin\nAn yo, you better be a true friend to him\n\nBefore the shit put an end to him\nOr give a pen to him\nAnd lock him in the studio with a mic\n'Cause on the real it might save his life\nAnd keep tellin' him\n\nYo, you need to walk straight masta ya high\nSon, you missing out on what's passin' ya by\nI done see these streets suck a lotta cats dry\nBut not you and I my nigga\nWe got to get\nC'mon over, over, the water\nC'mon over, over, the water\nYo, water\nYo, water\n\nYo, you need to walk straight masta ya high\nSon, you missing out on what's passin' ya by\nI done see these streets suck a lotta cats dry\nBut not you and I my nigga\nWe got to get\nC'mon over, over, the water\nC'mon over, over, the water\nYo, water\nYo, water","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.94] South Philly, North Side, Oakland, Texas, Georgia\n[00:07.71] Black people, uh\n[00:09.55] Worldwide\n[00:12.28] Na what I'm sayin'?\n[00:14.53] This is for my nigga\n[00:19.07] Dumb and blind\n[00:20.45] They say a record ain't nothin' if it's not touchin', grippin'\n[00:24.19] Draw you in close and make you wanna listen to it\n[00:25.92] And if you real ill at makin' music\n[00:28.16] The listna gonna feel like he living through it\n[00:30.47] That's how my nigga do it\n[00:31.35] I met slacks back in like ninety-one rappin'\n[00:33.66] We 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with ya peeps, it gets deep, nigga\n[01:18.01] Yo, you need to walk straight masta ya high\n[01:20.72] Son, you missing out on what's passin' ya by\n[01:23.48] I done see these streets suck a lotta cats dry\n[01:25.20] But not you and I my nigga\n[01:27.95] We got to get\n[01:29.35] C'mon over, over, the water\n[01:30.75] C'mon over, over, the water\n[01:33.85] Yo, water\n[01:35.68] Yo, water\n[01:38.42] We done been through many meals a couple of deals\n[01:40.62] Shared clothes and wheels, killed mics and reels\n[01:43.33] We done rocked shows abroad and slept on floors\n[01:46.18] Trying to figure what the fuck we gettin' slept on for\n[01:48.83] Or what we walkin' with the weapon for\n[01:50.60] Weighted by the gravity law\n[01:52.42] You know it if you came up poor my nigga\n[01:54.73] Picture the bus up north\n[01:56.08] You know we made of everything outlaws are made of\n[01:58.37] I'm far from a hata\n[01:59.75] And I don't say I love you\n[02:01.59] 'Cause the way I feel is greater\n[02:02.83] M-illa you a poet son, you a born creator\n[02:04.27] And this'll probably dawn on you later\n[02:06.56] It's in your nature\n[02:07.85] Lyrics all up on you walls like they made of paper\n[02:09.63] You gotta follow where the talent take ya\n[02:11.96] Ya might fuck around and finally make it and that's real but yo\n[02:14.65] Yo, you need to walk straight masta ya high\n[02:17.80] Son, you missing out on what's passin' ya by\n[02:20.56] I done see these streets suck a lotta cats dry\n[02:22.37] But not you and I my nigga\n[02:25.01] We got to get\n[02:25.99] C'mon over, over, the water\n[02:28.65] C'mon over, over, the water\n[02:30.92] Yo, water\n[02:32.73] Yo, water\n[02:35.42] Yo, I want ya all to understand I come from South Philly\n[02:38.18] And when I walk the streets it's like a pharmacy\n[02:40.49] They got all type-a shit anybody can get\n[02:42.79] It go from H to X to Loosie cigarettes\n[02:46.39] For my ghetto legend, known for little shiest runnin'\n[02:49.02] Cop Codine by the Quarts and keep comin', dumbin'\n[02:51.73] Just embracing the dope like it's a woman\n[02:54.58] Ya burning both sides of the rope and just pullin', tuggin'\n[02:56.85] In between Islam and straight thuggin'\n[02:59.54] Layin' everyday around the way and doin' nothin'\n[03:01.70] See 'em all shakin' their heads and start shruggin'\n[03:04.49] If they don't got a man like mine they gotta cousin\n[03:07.22] An yo, you better be a true friend to him\n[03:09.98] Before the shit put an end to him\n[03:11.75] Or give a pen to him\n[03:13.12] And lock him in the studio with a mic\n[03:14.41] 'Cause on the real it might save his life\n[03:16.72] And keep tellin' him\n[03:18.09] Yo, you need to walk straight masta ya high\n[03:19.87] Son, you missing out on what's passin' ya by\n[03:23.05] I done see these streets suck a lotta cats dry\n[03:25.74] But not you and I my nigga\n[03:27.61] We got to get\n[03:28.55] C'mon over, over, the water\n[03:30.70] C'mon 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got a man like mine they gotta cousin\n[03:07.22] An yo, you better be a true friend to him\n[03:09.98] Before the shit put an end to him\n[03:11.75] Or give a pen to him\n[03:13.12] And lock him in the studio with a mic\n[03:14.41] 'Cause on the real it might save his life\n[03:16.72] And keep tellin' him\n[03:18.09] Yo, you need to walk straight masta ya high\n[03:19.87] Son, you missing out on what's passin' ya by\n[03:23.05] I done see these streets suck a lotta cats dry\n[03:25.74] But not you and I my nigga\n[03:27.61] We got to get\n[03:28.55] C'mon over, over, the water\n[03:30.70] C'mon over, over, the water\n[03:33.08] Yo, water\n[03:34.86] Yo, water\n[03:37.18] Yo, you need to walk straight masta ya high\n[03:41.14] Son, you missing out on what's passin' ya by\n[03:43.98] I done see these streets suck a lotta cats dry\n[03:46.12] But not you and I my nigga\n[03:48.45] We got to get\n[03:49.36] C'mon over, over, the water\n[03:52.01] C'mon over, over, the water\n[03:54.35] 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water\n[02:28.65] C'mon over, over, the water\n[02:30.95] Yo, water\n[02:32.71] Yo, water\n[02:35.46] Yo, I want ya all to understand I come from South Philly\n[02:38.11] And when I walk the streets it's like a pharmacy\n[02:40.48] They got all type-a shit anybody can get\n[02:42.76] It go from H to X to Loosie cigarettes\n[02:46.38] For my ghetto legend, known for little shiest runnin'\n[02:49.04] Cop Codine by the Quarts and keep comin', dumbin'\n[02:51.78] Just embracing the dope like it's a woman\n[02:54.52] Ya burning both sides of the rope and just pullin', tuggin'\n[02:56.85] In between Islam and straight thuggin'\n[02:59.56] Layin' everyday around the way and doin' nothin'\n[03:01.71] See 'em all shakin' their heads and start shruggin'\n[03:04.45] If they don't got a man like mine they gotta cousin\n[03:07.25] An yo, you better be a true friend to him\n[03:09.93] Before the shit put an end to him\n[03:11.78] Or give a pen to him\n[03:13.14] And lock him in the studio with a mic\n[03:14.49] 'Cause on the real it might save his life\n[03:16.72] And keep tellin' him\n[03:18.04] Yo, you need to walk straight masta ya high\n[03:19.88] Son, you missing out on what's passin' ya by\n[03:23.05] I done see these streets suck a lotta cats dry\n[03:25.73] But not you and I my nigga\n[03:27.63] We got to get\n[03:28.58] C'mon over, over, the water\n[03:30.75] C'mon over, over, the water\n[03:33.05] Yo, water\n[03:34.87] Yo, water\n[03:37.12] Yo, you need to walk straight masta ya high\n[03:41.11] Son, you missing out on what's passin' ya by\n[03:43.91] I done see these streets suck a lotta cats dry\n[03:46.14] But not you and I my nigga\n[03:48.46] We got to get\n[03:49.32] C'mon over, over, the water\n[03:52.02] C'mon over, over, the water\n[03:54.33] Yo, water\n[03:55.61] Yo, water\n[03:57.47] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Water\n artist: The Roots\n album: Montreux Jazzfest, Switzerland CD 1\n duration_ms: 218480\n instrumental: 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33650\n end_ms: 36350\n- text: It ain't last, I be in class dreaming 'bout\n start_ms: 36350\n end_ms: 38650\n- text: Fifty-thousand fans up in the stands\n start_ms: 38650\n end_ms: 40860\n- text: Screaming out\n start_ms: 40860\n end_ms: 42280\n- text: Encore, yo I'm heading back to Philly\n start_ms: 42280\n end_ms: 44520\n- text: Nigga you rollin' with me?\n start_ms: 44520\n end_ms: 45320\n- text: I'm tryna get busy\n start_ms: 45320\n end_ms: 46730\n- text: We walked dogs that was off the chain\n start_ms: 46730\n end_ms: 49080\n- text: Lotta times at the shows people hardly came\n start_ms: 49080\n end_ms: 51230\n- text: I just, took it in stride as a part of the game but inside\n start_ms: 51230\n end_ms: 54900\n- text: People down with me started to change\n start_ms: 54900\n end_ms: 56720\n- text: It was a couple thangs, little syrup, little pills\n start_ms: 56720\n end_ms: 58930\n- text: Instead of riding out on the road you'd rather chill\n start_ms: 58930\n end_ms: 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you rollin' with me?\n I'm tryna get busy\n We walked dogs that was off the chain\n Lotta times at the shows people hardly came\n\n I just, took it in stride as a part of the game but inside\n People down with me started to change\n It was a couple thangs, little syrup, little pills\n Instead of riding out on the road you'd rather chill\n\n I know the way the pleasure feels, I'm not judgin'\n But still I'm on a mission yo, I'm not buggin'\n I got fam that can't stop druggin', they can't sleep\n They can't stick to one subject they can't eat\n It's people steady comin' at me out in the street\n Like Riq yo what up with ya peeps, it gets deep, nigga\n\n Yo, you need to walk straight masta ya high\n Son, you missing out on what's passin' ya by\n I done see these streets suck a lotta cats dry\n But not you and I my nigga\n We got to get\n C'mon over, over, the water\n C'mon over, over, the water\n Yo, water\n Yo, water\n\n We done been through many meals a couple of deals\n Shared clothes and wheels, killed mics and reels\n We done rocked shows abroad and slept on floors\n Trying to figure what the fuck we gettin' slept on for\n\n Or what we walkin' with the weapon for\n Weighted by the gravity law\n You know it if you came up poor my nigga\n Picture the bus up north\n\n You know we made of everything outlaws are made of\n I'm far from a hata\n And I don't say I love you\n 'Cause the way I feel is greater\n M-illa you a poet son, you a born creator\n\n And this'll probably dawn on you later\n It's in your nature\n Lyrics all up on you walls like they made of paper\n You gotta follow where the talent take ya\n Ya might fuck around and finally make it and that's real but yo\n\n Yo, you need to walk straight masta ya high\n Son, you missing out on what's passin' ya by\n I done see these streets suck a lotta cats dry\n But not you and I my nigga\n We got to get\n C'mon over, over, the water\n C'mon over, over, the water\n Yo, water\n Yo, water\n\n Yo, I want ya all to 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