Temptations

Текст песни Gorilla Warfare Tactics - Temptations

Temptations Lyrics[Verse 1]
I remember waking up in the morning time
Sun creeping, crawling through my fucking window
For a second I was color blind
Eyes open wide, clocks moving too fast
Threw my snap back on and started to moving to class
Well that's past, its a new day
Told me I'm too smart to go to school
I tell em' touche
Listen to what you say
New swag, new face, we going through that new phase
Playing on the lawn, day dreaming that I'm Lupe, yup
Then we move along, we bumping older songs
Couped out chilling, so we rolling with the heaters on
Heat is on? Naw riding cleaner than the bald man
I spit the fire that'll turn winter to fall man
Aw man, coming through like a renegade
Flow like graffiti on the overpass, never fade
Darker days, light em' up. Screws loose, tight em up
Ain't fair fighting with my hands free, tie em' up
And now they front, asking who the fuck is Dilla kid?
[Who the fuck is Dilla kid?]
What the fuck did Dilla did?
Dilla did this, did that
Pulled a rabbit out the hat
Plus he got cake and crumbs on the track, uh
Playing tricks on your mind all night
Yeah we made you look right
And then left with your girlfriends
Magic shit, Merlin
My desire burnin'
Keep the lights off and the turn tables turnin'
[Hook]
I'm finna take it to the
I'm finna take it to the
I'm finna take it to the (And it goes like)
I'm finna take it to the tip-top baby
Fi-finna take it to the tip, ta-take it to the
I'm finna take it to the tip top baby
Fi-finna take it to the tip, ta-take it to the
I'm finna take it to the tip top baby
Fi-finna take it to the tip, ta-take it to the
Ta-take it to the tiptop baby
Fi-finna tip ta-take it to the, take it to the tip top

[Verse 2]
And now we, gin thinin'
Fly car whippin'
I was swaying scrippin' lyrics with precision
Fellas with the beats, what you cooking in the kitchen?
Found Hip-hop and started losing my religion
Now I'm godless, my Gods is Nas and Ash Roth
Blast off, and watch them pass off the flame torch
I was brain washed, strayed off the main course
More force than the horse that you find inside a Porsche
Cruise to the north, birds out the cage
Tired of the flying, so we chilling in the shade
Life gave me lemons, didn't make no lemonade
Threw the fucking lemons back and busted out the Cabernet, uh
It's getting late, think it's time to rebel
I quell swells with this speak, leave em' under a spell
Where we going? Getting harder to tell
But it's dinner time homie and we hungry as hell
[Hook]
(Yeah it goes like)
I'm finna take it to the tip-top baby
Fi-finna take it to the tip, ta-take it to the
I'm finna take it to the tip top baby
Fi-finna take it to the tip, ta-take it to the
I'm finna take it to the tip top baby
Fi-finna take it to the tip, ta-take it to the
Ta-take it to the tiptop baby
Fi-finna tip ta-take it to the, take it to the tip top baby1