James Blake

All those days and all those stays and
I don't
I won't be here for it
All those days and all those days and
I don't keep it though
I won't be here for it

REFRÉN

Yes Lord, huh
Hail Mary's in the sky
Bossed up let's get buried alive
Head on the throne 'cause that's where I reside
Ways of the world that we won't survive
Something's in the water
My nigga we lawless
Please move with caution
Who set the fair way?
Damn right I need all this
Yeah Jack I need all this, eyy

[?] with fingerprints on the Glock
We go naked like two-thirds of the pods
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Pow pow, he comes, blah blah

Ab-Soul

Blood on my hands I'ma need [?] like agua
You gon' meet Jamaica I'm gonna say it in patois
Hope I strike a nerve like a pack of matches
You might wanna bypass this smoke ain't gas trick
A prince-turned-pope trying to do like kings do
Sweating in chess games try move like kings move
You should slow your roll before you drown in the mold
Tried to channel the balance but never found the remote
Killers on the prowl still [?] off a lake
Stealing with a double for his-
Counting politics, everlasting mayhem
Draw the stick for' your figures that's how they hang man
So what's your game plane if you got one?
Blaming at passengers with a shotgun (woah)
The aftermath is you in the scope
It's warfare, it's warfare (no)
You understand?
It's probably better you don't
Just keep a dock on standby, charter a boat
Ship set sailing, planes depart
The big picture's in motion, are you playing your part?
Before the lights get dark and the curtains get closed
Are you playing your role?
As told by an organized criminal
And general get off my genitals I got your general

REFRÉN

Hail Mary's in the sky
Bossed up let's get buried alive
Head on the throne 'cause that's where I reside
Ways of the world that we won't survive
Something's in the water
My nigga we lawless
Please move with caution
Who set the fair way?
Damn right I need all this
Yeah Jack I need all this

Ab-Soul

I had to be 'bout 9 before I first had seen it
Low lows had pulled outside of the Ralph's
After a car shown at Dominguez
They had a disagreement, they had to air out
Just another day in Del Amo
Fo' sure man down, man don't
Thank God I never had to knock your partner off
Hope he another casualty of war, Amen
There's 4 footprints in the sand where I walk
I never claimed to be a saint at all
Four Russians trippin' with hollow tips
And I, commission to cough, ain't that charge
No, solo hoe, kept it clean
Riding dirty jury would have gave me dirty
Hit the love bucket now, hit the target blindfolded
Electorial college devoted
To hit the score, to write the score is not a metaphor
Raging against the machinery, taping the scenery
You gotta keep the peace, to keep the peace
God damn, squad up and might have to block up
Before I clean the [?]

James Blake

I don't need you to change
I don't need you to change yourself
But I've got get away
But I've got get away from it all
Be as free as you can
Be as free as you can away from me
I tried to be a saint like everybody else