Blu - Keep Pushinn lyrics

(Verse 1: Blu) Yo. I scribbled, all out of line when I drew up a self-portrait Ran all out of space and found me in another orbit More importantly though, he wasn't late for the interview Kissed the interviewers hand, we weren't properly introduced They danced through topics while skimming the truth Skinny dipping in each other's optical visions nude She threw the magazine, cause she said she knew the editor Chief rocker, not a competitor or a beat boxer Honored enough, she Peter Bradley'd with us. With her Drew Blake's tucked, cause she knew what was up I just drew blanks, blushed all the way to the bank Cashed a few bucks, got grub, filled up my tank I think she, prolly think I'm dopepretanatural Said I smoke with the judge, tried to feed her them apples f** cla**ical, I listen to jazz-soul, R&B, riddim and blues sponsored links Funk grooves, hard to tweak sh**. Deep end thoughts I walked the streets bent. Contaminated speech be k**in' then beat this Watch one prefix, restrict-a-remix, reach quick to keep sh** Constipate release dates. R-S-D-L, Dual layer edition As soon as the scene breaks I sneak in the chicken Get em' Hamilton James shot, couldn't handle grim had to grin Nikon flashed again. Right on! Yo, this planet is hilarious right moms? Sike, wrong. Look like he drops bombs on a serious note He need a series, he's experienced folks. No inquiries though you should already know Hold the press, you got me long as I'm holding her dress When she move eye move, and it's just that fresh (Verse 2: Blu) Sunset's taking me places I lay awake to see Painting dreams patiently patient; playing keys Singing off awfully, pardon me cough, coffee breath Caught me walking awkwardly arguing bout' my art and d**h "Marshall what's an artist with no arteries?", I often think Glad I left part of my heart carved in a leaf with ink Blink, sharpie my sheets, no debate. Second guessing was guessing a second second too late I said, "Wait, can they handle a candle with no mantle?" Light bull over head went dull; "What should he sample?" Pulled Ahmad Jamal, saw a lost number on the record sleeve Talked like Charles; checked to see if she would guess its me Caught off guard, all laughing all ecstatic. Asked her "Could we do lunch?" She said, "Yeah Gavin." Gavin? Who the f**'s Gavin? No more laughing, phone hung up Must've been the wrong number. Ion' know who that was. Cuz laughed at me Buzz bad, actually drunk, mad happy. Started dialing other folks, "f** it yo, act cla**y." Sat up straight, put a bu*ton upon. Even though it's 4:20 we'll be fresh before dawn Used to want Ms. Daily even though I was young. Then we slept half the day as if nothing was wrong She said, "John what the f** are you on? You look a mess." I said, "Same sh** as you, and it's just that fresh."