Cal Scruby - The Nation lyrics

(voice over) Thomas, guarded by green, buford, tough shot, CANNED IT! Inside the arc for 2 with 8/10ths of a second left! Runnin from the get-go, flow so electro Switch it every day like I'm Sully with the retro Take a few shots, hold it down, never let go Bouncing off the walls of the Schott like an echo This the main attraction, slow down reaction Im kinda half baked, tell em I'm not into fractions Tryin to get stacks for my next transaction Money flowing out of the pocket, like braxton Flying right past them, willy for 2 Thomas got the green light, and he feeling it too And I'm k**ing it too, and I chill in the booth Urban Meyer probably out of town, stealing recruits Like, you should probably come here, you'll be number one here All about the brains, but you know we go dumb here Who ever thought the smartest would go the hardest, the largest and yeah we party, sleep, snow, regardless We in the middle of columbus, where the heart is (Chorus) Im on my grind, gimme all the time Know they're never gonna block my shine Its me against the world, and the worlds all mine Its me against the world, and the worlds all mine They say, Face it, you never gonna make it But right know, I'm so damn close I could taste it I got, one dream, one shot, gonna chase it This is BUCKEYE NATION (Verse 2) I said, dog if you bark it you better have a bite to back it up Because I am in the zone, don't you ever mention matching up Ill just blow a pack of funks, eat a beat, caption crunch And I am still hungry so I guess ill have to pack a lunch You know we eaten, so don't ask if you can finish it All about my business, you'd swear that I am a Fisher Kid Say that you up in it, better tell me what you getting man The only box you getting, it came from canes chicken Im lane, to lane switching, on lane, with 3 women New names, I don't remember today but they listen To Jay, and lupe, Yae, and jay cole Party to wale and hang to drakes soul sh** Nice little kappa who isn't into all that ho sh** Bad little theta who got it and she knows it One way ticket one route when we ride through, 71 south on the way to the Bayou (Chorus) Yeah, I know they loving it Out here, got my Aaron Craft on, Hustling Big 10 champions, oh I know you hate it Dreaming and creating baby look at what I painted The campus is my canvas The city is my easel Theres 50 thousand undergrads, all of em my people Its so O-H-I-O every where that we go Another round, double shot, take it like a free throw