Ladies and gentleman, the Cold Blooded Soul band
Ayo, Poshtronaut
What's up, bro
I need to know if you got me on this
I got you, you already know that
You know what I'm saying?
So we gon' take it to the top like this
Okay
Now, one (hey), two (hey), three (hey)
Clear a path as I keep on walkin', ain't no stoppin'
In this dirty, filthy, rotten, nasty little world we call our home
They get blickies poppin', ain't no options for my partners
So they resort to scams and robbin'
Take away stress, we ganja coppin'
Blow it all out, it's all forgotten
Keep on walkin', ain't no stoppin'
In this dirty, filthy, rotten, nasty little world we call our home
They get blickies poppin', ain't no options for my partners
So they resort to scams and robbin'
Take away stress, we ganja coppin'
Blow it all out, it's all forgotten
Walkin' with my back against the sun
I been runnin' all my life, that's way beforе my life begun
Since my birth and seconds on Earth, I been the first one to confront
All of these cycles that get recycled, makin' it stifle while I stunt
Roll me a blunt so I forget it
But it make the details look so vivid
Went through a lot of shit in the last year
Then I said, "Fuck it, I'ma handle my business" (yeah, yeah)
I been 180 to talk to one lady
She been regulatin' on how I feel (yeah)
Describe it as raw and real (yeah)
I'm dealin' with all the ills
I'm tearin' up like I'm on Dr. Phil (what?)
Ain't no use, you gotta walk (walk)
Ain't no use, you gotta walk (walk)
Who the fuck said, "Stop the track," bruh? Let a real nigga talk (hey)
I walk from the bitches, I walk from the friendship
I walk from some digits, 'cause lately, my nigga, I'm feelin' indifferent
I wish y'all the best, and believe that, I meant it (hey)
Sentence, run on sentence
Pray to God for repentance (yeah)
Beat the odds at all costs so I won't share it with my infant
Way before he start crawlin' (crawlin')
Wash my sins, keep ballin' (ballin')
I just gotta stay focused (what?)
I just gotta keep walkin'
Keep on walkin', ain't no stoppin'
In this dirty, filthy, rotten, nasty little world we call our home
They get blickies poppin', ain't no options for my partners
So they resort to scams and robbin'
Take away stress, we ganja coppin'
Blow it all out, it's all forgotten
Keep on walkin', ain't no stoppin'
In this dirty, filthy, rotten, nasty little world we call our home
They get blickies poppin', ain't no options for my partners
So they resort to scams and robbin'
Take away stress, we ganja coppin'
Blow it all out, it's all forgotten
Hey
Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk, walk
Y'all too, c'mon (uh)
Walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk, walk
Turn it up, damn