Chef Byer - Holy Purpsday / Lost Swayze lyrics

[Part I: Holy Purpsday] [Verse 1: CAZZIE] I don't know if you accustomed to greatness But that's my description there is no debatin' If I see trophies you know that I'm takin 'em And the haters, I ain't got sh** to say to 'em Walk in the room, feel all the tension You get the receipt if you're paying attention I tell you I'm next up, you tell me to fess up I'm not making nothing, just hoping and wishing Pull up in something that look like its Christmas That at the end of the day is my mission I don't know who you be idolizing But I got 'em in check like my name is Verizon I am the man, you the man in your dreams What it is is never what it may seem A couple n***as got some screws loose But it ain't sh** to this Great Machine, my n***a [Hook: Gic] Lookin' for love in the jungle [x 3] My n***a, just lookin' for the love in the jungle Why you hate that I love you Why you hate that i love you Why you hate that I get it, I get it I get it [Bridge: CAZZIE] Uh, Holy PurpsDay n***a Uh, Holy PurpsDay n***a Better praise the Almighty Purp In Purp we trust When we speak bro Don't interrupt Back in effect (Varsity) [Verse 2] Been in this b**h since State Prop Pro Keds, n***a Better bow so hard till ya knees hit ya muhfukin' forehead, n***a Gone for a minute so they think we over Talkin' slick they better think it over Philly rap's in our back pocket See the throne, holmes? That's my home n***a A lot of cats that I had respect for, I don't see no more Or the ones that I do see just fell off Talk a lot but they Propofol Most of all, cuz I'm sleep And all y'all following are just sheep in a pasture A bunch of Owen Harts in the rafters PVG, we're the pastors Church [Hook] [Part II: Lost Swayze] [Verse 3] If don't nobody see me as a winner I guess I got no reason to believe I'm not a sinner I'm an artist masquerading as a business man, I hate this sh** I'm only doin it to not have s** up to labels and sh** I almost lost Swayze 'bout a year ago Still tryna find him, don't know where to go Everybody got opinions 'bout my new sh** Not matching up with my old sh** All of the pressure is worth my weight in gold Guess I gotta prove em opposite Swayze is Tom Brady mixed with Tracy McGrady trapped in Auschwitz Plottin' a revolution, 'cuz I see no solutions Just a bunch of lyricists trapped in this lyrical prostitution I want my girlfriend and my son to respect me 'Cuz did what all my ex-girlfriends believed could never be ever And if I gotta lose my mind to get them to accept it I'll go to the crazy house if the planet can just respect it And I'm that man for the record Would you respect it, if I had Juicy J on this record Dropped $EMINOLE, only got buzz 'cuz of THC But THC told me take it down, tried to smother me I only wanted to bring some art to the hood, n***a Lyricism and something smart to some hood n***as But I dont wanna be 40 tryna still get it Tryna have it Going back to all my trill n***as/ [Outro x 2] Swayze You're gonna be the d**h of me I dont want you But I need you I love you and hate you at the very same time