Gymnopédie no. 1

New York, give me the hi

Trust me you wanna be high

So just be alive for this

Give vibes to this

Live from the 715

J.R. you know I’ve been the guide

It seems hard

There’s no peer power from the turf

And that’s the worse

There’s the earth

To the crutch

For a bottom like this

Give you a rust like this

Me and my 1.1.s we never slept

We stayed up

The line got

The line got

The line got

The line got

(vocal samples: blind till you stop pullin’)

This is the sound that the gods will play

To part the clouds

Live rounds for the guards

Straight man down

These vibes for the night

When the high is right

Take flight lean sideways

We mustn’t disguise

Blunts rolled in a black pouch

Roaming back streets around south

All my boys we hit that loud

Till the vibe when they blast out

And then we show you’s that can lean

What we all about

Then we get portion of the earth

Hopes in a hearse

Buried in the dirt

With the worst and the best

Life’s always simple

Yet we make it complex

At least there’s magazines and dough’s you set