Julio/Truestofthecolors - Groove

Ooo, Ima style, 'til I'm gone
And you, sucka hataz, can do it too
Ima be, who I am, nothing more, nothing less
Be myself, til the end, just groove

In a system, where they kill your vibe
Put your stilo to the side
Cut your soul, suck you dry
Turn you to a zombie mind

You gotta resist, like a mob with fist
That got full clips, no consciousness
And cock loaded, if you come within
Tryna calm your shit, better come with it

Too short, to not be lit
My ambiance, covenant it
Jefferson and Washington
Said fuck your rules and ran with it

Solomon of Sheba, give me wisdom for these demons
Righteousness ain't robots, but the opposite I'm seeing
Trusting in my self, Holy Spirit in my being
That's the truest I can be in, through the valley of the Heathen

Cadillac, big rims
Chuck T's, socks in them
Swap meet shopping, dozen kids
Cannot live without oxygen
Or glasses, outta plastic
Saying Loco's on the side of them
Laker Nation tatted up
"Trust No One" in gangsta font

That's the groove, that be you
That's the attitude, we choose
"WA SA FOO!" 'til the end
That's the way, we keep our truth

Ooo, Ima style, 'til I'm gone
And you, sucka hataz, can do it too
Ima be, who I am, nothing more, nothing less
Be myself, til the end, just groove

Written by:
Julio Miranda

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