Sacsdeep & Sly Guy Melps - Sebring 2005 lyrics

[Produced by Tommy Black] [Intro] Sly: Yo, is that the instrumental Sac: Yeah man Sly: Yo turn that sh** up [VERSE 1: SLY GUY MELPS] I swear every time I open the door in the dark I think my fathers waiting there like Noah in the Ark But he's been gone for seven years, there's that number And I ain't shed seven tears and I bet you wonder How a man can be one to pa** the breath of life Create a wonder so wonderful but grab ahold the knife Just to erase what it created, and I ain't lyin just to get Zagat rated Or f*ggot hated, without my father I'd be dead and alive And I strive to be more than this burger flipper Cuz when it comes to success I'm an award-winning actor Actually, as a matter of fact, I know that I'm the factor Like basic algebra All the basic broads out their bra in hopes of getting aid like Africa Or a man who holds on tight like calipers, but f** it I feel like an animal just doing what I do to survive Got no money for gas so it's safe to say I have no drive Still have the license but not one to k** I've got one to deal with the stresses of working hard and being nobody Having nobody, no control of my body I'm just a pawn So I sell these d** in attempts to pay my bills and mow my lawn Cuz this life is hard, like a f**in callus Cuz all my peers wish upon me nothing short of malice And Alice in Wonderland told me land of the free wasn't made for me So I should take these d** to change perception of what I see f** And I pretend to not but I really do give a f** In my pocket the key still on the look for the lock And I'll talk so much you'll wanna stick a sock in my socket But f** it Let's see what the day brings [VERSE 2: SACSDEEP] My wallet missing the emissions, as if i popped the hood of a Fisker Karma left it all returning to the sender Pulled strings on my Russell, when Russell tossed the tape Said it wasn't Def, so I bought a f**ing leopard, clever? (if Meek said it) Whatever, either way, feel like my souls in its second vessel Must be the THC, I mean, Tryptamine, flowing through the vessels The gods looking down tryna meddle Would it be ironic to say iron, a godless icon, what I've come Pistol to my temple, wouldn't shift the decimal, I don't know Seems essential, to be thinking like an extra terrestrial, these days Blessed since I jumped the first synapse, okay?? Naw, only needed 30k, on the odometer, to give you 60k on the barometer I'd give it All to be a Star, (do you wear converse?) naw Swerving till its Louis fabric on which I sit Running from the son with Mary Magdalene Born into the script, think my minds falling for it Came from pinning Griffey posters, to hitting Cigarellos filled with dosha The L, they thought XX, like Jamie down in (Georgia) f** it man, honestly I'm kinda concerned How I'm gon be heard, when Drake don't know that I rap Still I save rhymes for a Yeezy kick and a clap sh** man, what the f** is this track [OUTRO] Sac: Yo, turn that sh** down Sly: Yo, whats going on bruh Sac: I'm thinking bout going back to that soulful motherf**ing sh** man Sly: What you mean? You're dropping rap? I thought we dropping this tape together Sac: Naw this rap sh** got me stressing, losing weight out here man Sly: sh** I'm not rapping by myself (sh**) Sac: I gotta get my mind off this bullsh** Sly: Yeah well f** this rap life anyway, we ain't gonna make it being realistic Sac: sh** man, I guess the dreams over Sly: Naw f** that, we'll figure it out, but slow down we bout a block away from that Asian arousal