[00:00.000] 作词 : Mick Jenkins/Ayinde Cartman
[00:09.402][Verse: Mick Jenkins]
[00:12.500]I keep trippin' over these flows
[00:14.293]I keep a stiff arm, he too close
[00:16.635]Swiss army knife
[00:17.668]I keep like seven different type of bros
[00:20.005]At least two keep a pole
[00:21.288]At least three from the streets
[00:22.837]I know five live by the code, uh
[00:24.892]Savages in the fold, uh
[00:26.691]Halogens on bright, y'all know that's why
[00:28.235]I'm heavy with the smoke, huh
[00:29.539]Grind heavy, Tony Hawk
[00:31.059]Hands on, do it manual
[00:32.579]More Rodney Mullen my walk, huh
[00:34.118]Kick push all the hoes
[00:35.920]No fiascos, I'm Spock
[00:37.455]No tobacco, just weed
[00:39.004]Too much tabasco, I'm hot
[00:40.834]This shit is Hasbro, all games
[00:42.119]I can not dap up no opps
[00:43.669]I keep a stiff arm, don't tweak
[00:45.451]I hit the Heisman on beat, hmm
[00:46.703]
[00:47.760][Chorus: Mick Jenkins]
[00:50.048]I keep rollin' up, I just smoked
[00:52.367]Fact is some niggas just weeds
[00:54.933]Fact is some niggas gon' grow
[00:59.311]Fact is some you don't need
[01:02.631]I keep a stiff arm, he too close
[01:05.667]Too many hands on these blunts, too many
[01:09.157]Too many words left unsaid
[01:10.693]Too many times left on read
[01:11.967]Too many times watch you front, too many
[01:13.491]Too many hands on this blunt
[01:14.766]
[01:19.376][Bridge: Mick Jenkins]
[01:20.149]Huh, there's too many people I don't know
[01:25.026]There's too many hands in my face and my pockets
[01:27.076]Shit gets out of pocket, you gotta watch it
[01:29.093]You gon' learn this shit
[01:30.143]If I only had my left eye I might burn this shit
[01:34.036]I digress it's only sage and this is burning shit
[01:37.367]Modest furnishing
[01:40.658]There's too many heads in this bitch, boy
[01:42.988]
[01:44.030][Chorus: Mick Jenkins]
[01:45.081]There's too many hands on this blunt, too many
[01:45.831]Too many hands on this blunt, too many
[01:51.167]I keep a stiff arm he too close
[01:54.005]I keep a swiss army knife, too
[01:57.389](I keep a stiff arm he too close)
[02:00.247](I keep a swiss army knife, too)
[02:02.063]
[02:08.991][Outro: Ayinde Cartman]
[02:10.285]A few thousand pounds of what the **** now
[02:12.860]Y'all scared we gon' pick up the pace, and trample our way out
[02:16.997]Y'all gon' make us pop the trunk and trumpet a whole town
[02:21.156]Unstoppable together, so we plucked from the crowd
[02:24.780]The hot topic tossed around that no one talks about
[02:28.353]A ten-feet-tall issue in plain view
[02:31.674]Our existence is the elephant in every boardroom
[02:35.239]How we larger than life and lurking in the shadow?
[02:38.045]How the lion the king when I could slap him with my nose?
[02:42.390]Take our plant-based for weakness, stay praying on our soul
[02:46.467]Bring up what y'all did to us, and now the schools uncomfortable
[02:50.042]Y'all can ban critical race theory, but it's the bedrock of your homes
[02:53.857]We easier to muzzle when we made to feel alone
[02:57.748]A huge burden when you way too much
[03:00.792]Thick skin, with a sensitive touch
[03:03.340]Can't shrink, don't mean it, don't hurt, enormity
[03:06.919]Is a gift and a curse
[03:08.705]We gon' wait for recognition, or flip the conference table first?
[03:14.401]Their fear or ours? Ain't no tellin' what's worse
[03:25.264]

作词 : Mick Jenkins/Ayinde Cartman
I keep trippin' over these flows
I keep a stiff arm, he too close
Swiss army knife
I keep like seven different type of bros
At least two keep a pole
At least three from the streets
I know five live by the code, uh
Savages in the fold, uh
Halogens on bright, y'all know that's why
I'm heavy with the smoke, huh
Grind heavy, Tony Hawk
Hands on, do it manual
More Rodney Mullen my walk, huh
Kick push all the hoes
No fiascos, I'm Spock
No tobacco, just weed
Too much tabasco, I'm hot
This shit is Hasbro, all games
I can not dap up no opps
I keep a stiff arm, don't tweak
I hit the Heisman on beat, hmm

I keep rollin' up, I just smoked
Fact is some niggas just weeds
Fact is some niggas gon' grow
Fact is some you don't need
I keep a stiff arm, he too close
Too many hands on these blunts, too many
Too many words left unsaid
Too many times left on read
Too many times watch you front, too many
Too many hands on this blunt

Huh, there's too many people I don't know
There's too many hands in my face and my pockets
Shit gets out of pocket, you gotta watch it
You gon' learn this shit
If I only had my left eye I might burn this shit
I digress it's only sage and this is burning shit
Modest furnishing
There's too many heads in this bitch, boy

There's too many hands on this blunt, too many
Too many hands on this blunt, too many
I keep a stiff arm he too close
I keep a swiss army knife, too
(I keep a stiff arm he too close)
(I keep a swiss army knife, too)

A few thousand pounds of what the **** now
Y'all scared we gon' pick up the pace, and trample our way out
Y'all gon' make us pop the trunk and trumpet a whole town
Unstoppable together, so we plucked from the crowd
The hot topic tossed around that no one talks about
A ten-feet-tall issue in plain view
Our existence is the elephant in every boardroom
How we larger than life and lurking in the shadow?
How the lion the king when I could slap him with my nose?
Take our plant-based for weakness, stay praying on our soul
Bring up what y'all did to us, and now the schools uncomfortable
Y'all can ban critical race theory, but it's the bedrock of your homes
We easier to muzzle when we made to feel alone
A huge burden when you way too much
Thick skin, with a sensitive touch
Can't shrink, don't mean it, don't hurt, enormity
Is a gift and a curse
We gon' wait for recognition, or flip the conference table first?
Their fear or ours? Ain't no tellin' what's worse