Questlove - The OtherSide lyrics

[Verse 1: Black Thought] Yo, we obviously need to tone it down a bit Running round town spending time like it's counterfeit Everybody catching hay fever like sinuses Step in my arena let me show y'all who the highness is You might say I could be doing something positive Humble head down low and broke like promises Soaking and broken in a joke like comics is Not enough paper to be paying folks compliments But when that paper got low so did my tolerance And it ain't no truth in a dare without the consequence Listen if it not for these hood inventions I'd just be another kid from the block with no intentions On the dock of that bay serving a life sentence Even if I'm going to hell I'm gonna make an entrance Yeah let em know I'm getting cheese like omeletes is But I'm the toast of the town like Thomas is [Hook: Bilal] We're all on a journey Down the hall of memories Don't worry bout what you ain't got Leave with a little bit of dignity Never loved what I had Always felt like I deserved more But when I Make it to the other side Make it to the other side That's when we'll settle up the score [Verse 2: Black Thought] Yo, we did this in remembrance of Faces from the past we no longer have an image of Carrying coldblooded hearts that never been for love Brothers keep going for theirs but never get enough World travelers that seen it all and did enough Only to return to learn the world wasn't big enough Damn, how long has it been? I guess the jig is up Now all I know is I'm about to wake this n***a up Yeah that hindsight, 20/20, now n***as dead on the money Trying to take something from me it's a wrap like a mummy Undun I am becoming and when he's tired of running Through the layers of the onion He'll probably shed a tear cause they'll be no more fast times Just his weak mind scrolled out like a bad sign He never had enough and got confused when they asked why Life is only a moment in time and it pa**ed by [Hook] [Verse 3: Greg p**n] I'm sitting on top of the world ready to jump off Thinking of various ways to break a gun law Thinking that enough is enough but still I want more Thinking of how I'm playing with fire that burned my young boy By any means necessary, don't give a damn So every night I'm on a flight that never lands Be an a**hole when the sh** hits the fan Or bet your life on a bluff and a bad hand Can't win, can't lose Get 'em ga**ed, leave em leaking fuel Either way the market moves Cash rules kings, queens, prince and princess Every night I'm crossing a line that ain't the finish Every thought is dark as a gla** of f**ing Guinness Too far gone to come back to my senses Now I'm on the edge of my bed making love to my meds Every moment's like a pistol to my head When I'm getting mine [Hook]