Madlib - Walter Olstanek lyrics

[Verse 1: Maxwell] Hoochie was, only fourteen when she new me Said that I have change, fate's cruel, baby sue me Don't get angry, lately I've been faking like in movies I ain't got no time to consume a name that likes eluding A groupie, nah you was never like that Truthfully, you told me that you never even like raps I like that, usually, I like the type that fight back Against me, choosing new defenses while you fly flags Telling me everything ain't never what it seems But at the same time making me comfortable and weak A hundred forty weeks, it seems like it has been I idolize your tendency to forfeit all your sins But hopefully for me, it'll be a bit different I abide by all your rules but you put me in predicaments And I encourage your intentions, foolish as I'm spitting this Cause of course you're gonna hear it, but you probably knew to listen in Dreams become the daily, d** become realities Finality was all that really made me gab an*logies The thought of breathing maybe wasn't all that really mattered see So I fudged the f**ing paperwork to see if it could gather me I miss when you would treat me like a poet Don't I know it, the years are leaving me eaten like horde locus Ravaged the past, and only so I'd notice, wrote it Down, in the back of a black pad, so I can keep closer now Remind me what its like, to have a lowered shoulder To let somebody cry on it, solely because you chose them Catch a scratch on my iris, but I totally am focussed Maybe loaded, I admit, its exactly how I wrote this Damn you contortionist, tell me whats the point in this Annoited in your whorish voice folding over like accordions Annoying b**h, vocals kept totally aborting this I love you, never said it, back my in shell like a tortoise is [Hook x2: Maxwell] Where we at, where we at, back in the day Where we sat, where we laughed, and smoked hash in the shade Now we bad, getting brash, tryna have a damn escape So we pa**, and we gab, but it'll never be the same As it was, hey [Verse 2: Maxwell] As it was, but I'm doing okay Hit the hometown in my jette, cruising both ways Maybe thinking that I'll see it, a old soul from the days But I know as well as anybody most of those fade Overweight, so I'm vomitting, hold my face, or pocket lint Hardest sh** is acknowledging the chase without my common sense A sophmore, lost in tenth grade with (Walter Ostanek) The memory has entropy beyond what its taught us then (Haha...never taught me sh**.) Keep my shoes laced loose but race like cougars Paid dues and slate views and made a great future Stay Zoot- Praise used too late to bake budda Safe face with my babes, graze on faces like a puma Safe...at least when the psyche like to play us for fools Drooling on my new pants made of suede Wait up! This sh** is tomfoolery A phase and a waste just like your costume j**elry