Cook Thugless - Lightweights

I was born in this, ay
And up until you put a sword in me, ay
It's gonna be my way or the highway yeah, ay
I been lifting lightweights yeah
Tell Titty put my weight up
Flex now so I get my cake up
I been saving this shit for later
Cuz I was born in this
Poor mindset grand horrific
Storing this till I let it all out pouring it
Now it's all out deep down
What I had hidden, never let it make a sound
Was Like a penny on the ground
Turn to quarters four more that’s a dollar
What’s a dream worth
Nothing
Les your teamwork’s something
I could make you believe
You’ll just have to follow me
I was born in this, ay
And up until you put a sword in me, ay
It's gonna be my way or the highway yeah, ay
I been lifting lightweights yeah
Tell Titty put my weight up
Flex now so that I can stay up
Let me homie try and get his paper
Hey
They call us castaways, yeah
Cast the bait on the lakefront, trailblazing
God, I found what I’m made for
And it ain't for no reason
This the way that the pieces
Picked up after each other
Let the moment feed me
Feels like I’m drifting
It’s a makeshift mission
God, what you gonna do with all that air that you're breathing
Whatcha gonna make out of the evening
If you can’t even, ‘cuz you feel uneven
I'm dealing with a hundred million different scheming, to make dough
To cook up with my thugs cuz we need a couple bucks to keep trucking along
On these couple dozen songs long nights sitting by a metronome
Spitting beat poems to the beat of my pulse to the pulse
On my bones, build brawn, cuz we got this far against all odds like
Hey, they call us castaways
They tell us that we’re floaters
Anonymous note in the bottom of the ocean
They say it ain't easy to get picked up by
Someone who could read much less, who could do much but
This is for the love
Cuz not everybody’s got enough
I was born in this, ay
And up until you put a sword in me, ay
It's gonna be my way or the highway yeah, ay
I been lifting lightweights yeah
Tell Titty put my weight up
Flex now so that I can stay up
Let me homie try and get his paper
I was born in this, (Hey)
Ay (They call us castaways)
And up until you put a sword in me
(Anonymous note in the bottom of the ocean) ay
It's gonna be my way or the highway yeah (They say it ‘ain't easy)
I been lifting lightweights yeah (The chosen one)
Tell Titty put my weight up
Flex now so I get my cake up
Let me homie try and get his paper

Written by:
Jahmar Beaubrun, Jean Louis Droulers, Jerry Sanchez

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