Mike Voss - Way It Is / Clarity (feat. M11son)

Stay up so we can get faded
And walk on the moon
Oh yeah, it's like it's the eighties
Spinning the room with a couple of ladies
They think I'm the greatest
That's the way it is
The way
That's the way it is
The way
That's the way it is
That's the way it is, lil mama
Oh you got game? Who you playing with, lil mama
We fiesta all night, staying lit till manana
Yeah, we turning up the heat and make this shit like a sauna
Now everything you stressing bout, go head and sweat it out
That shit cramping up your style, gotta stretch you out
That molly got me feeling godly, I'ma bless you now
You made it here, you don't remember how
But who cares, baby
See it ain't where you at, it's who's there baby
Are you scared, baby
Well you know I got your back so you know I'm not fronting
Yeah, we gonna get it popping so go on and pop something
Yeah, keep them shots coming
Yeah, something like a drive by
Mixing up the chemicals, Bill Nye the science guy
Long as it get me geeked
We ain't thinking bout sleep till we six feet deep
Now stay up so we can get faded
And walk on the moon
Oh yeah, it's like it's the eighties
Spinning the room with a couple of ladies
They think I'm the greatest
That's the way it is
The way
That's the way it is
The way
That's the way it is
Sunglasses and Advil
Lord forgive me, I'm in my bag still
I'll lie in a hearse before I lie in a verse
I swear to God
On the balcony hung over like Vanilla Ice
But this mimosa got me feeling nice
That's the hair of the dog
RIP to X, put one in the air for the dog
Smoking a seven till I float into heaven
Overdosed on depression
I had to share the stories them emotions were telling
Didn't notice my blessings
Me and the team black plotting like we Ocean's Eleven
And they riding forever
Sincerely without signing a letter
We had to make a diamond from pressure
With the clarity to see who I was scared to be
The only man that I can fairly compare to me
A real one until that pine box
Laser focused like Cyclops
Put doubt in my blind spot
My opps wrote the book on hating like Mein Kampf
It's all good fellas, go get your shine box
Billy Batts, they say they real, they really rats
This one for all my people stuck up in them Philly traps
I want to save every one of them on that city map
But thinking back, I relate to when Diddy rapped
Ain't nobody's hero, but I want to be heard
I put my tears, sweat and my blood in these words
Never perfect, I'm just trying to get better
We had to make a muthafuckin' diamond from pressure
You know

Written by:
Dave Mason, Mike Voss

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