Ft. Drake
|
|
(Chorus)
|
I am alive for the very first time
|
Look at me now, not comin' down
|
I'm on the fly like a bird that's fly
|
Look at me now, not comin' down
|
We're gonna dance by the stars and the city lights
|
Look at me now, not comin' down
|
Hands in the sky, sing it out, one time
|
Look at me now, not comin' down
|
We're gonna dance, not coming down, no
|
We're gonna dance, not coming down, no
|
We're gonna dance, not coming down, no
|
We're gonna dance, not coming down, no
|
|
(Verse)
|
I recognize yo flagrance, hold up, you ain't neva gotta say shit
|
And I know you're casing this, hold up, I'm makin' this
|
Everybody else basic, you live life on an everyday basis
|
With poetic justice, ho-etic justice
|
Neva told you that a fly went blue in a dark room
|
Trust me, I may not write poems in these songs
|
Dedicate it, oh, you win(?)
|
We all in the booth where empathy is blood, MYPN
|
Better yet, who yo friends with them?
|
I really wanna know you all
|
|
(Chorus)
|
I am alive for the very first time
|
Look at me now, not comin' down, no
|
I'm on the fly like a bird that's fly
|
Look at me now, not comin' down
|
We're gonna dance with the stars and by the city lights
|
Look at me now, not comin' down
|
Hands in the sky, sing it out, one time
|
Look at me now, not comin' down
|
We're gonna dance, not coming down, no
|
|
(Verse 2)
|
I really wanna show you off, fuck that hoe, got plenty of champagne
|
Hoe nice when I curse this name
|
You caught up yo girlfriends and yo Codeine
|
That lil baby ranger
|
She wanna go and party, she wanna go and party
|
Hit it on the polture with betta party
|
Like it ain't any good, game girl it's sorry
|
They say conversation rule a nation, I can tell
|
But I can neva right my wrongs unless I write 'em down fo' real
|
P.S.
|
|
(Bridge)
|
(Every second, every minute, man, I swear that she can get it)
|
(Said if you a bad bitch, put yo hands up high)
|
(hands up high, hands up high)
|
(Tell 'em dim the lights down, put me in the moon)
|
(I'm talkin' bout dark moon, perfume, go, go)
|
|
(Chorus)
|
We're gonna dance with the stars and by the city lights
|
Look at me now
|
|
(Verse 3)
|
I really hope you play this, cause oh girl, you really test my patience
|
With all these sit duck photographs, and all these one of vacations
|
You been takin' clearly enough for me to take in
|
It don't make sense, young east African girl
|
Too busy fuckin' with yo otha man
|
I was tryn put you on game, put you on a plane
|
Take you like a motha to the motherland
|
I can do it, maybe one day, when you figure out you're gonna need someone
|
When you figure out it's all right here in the city and you don't run from
|
Become from, that sound like poetic justice
|
Poetic justice
|
|
(Bridge)
|
(Every second, every minute, man, I swear that she can get it)
|
(Said if you a bad bitch, put yo hands up high)
|
(hands up high, hands up high)
|
(Tell 'em dim the lights down, put me in the moon)
|
(I'm talkin' bout dark moon, perfume, go, go)
|
|
(Chorus)
|
We're gonna dance with the stars and by the city lights
|
Look at me now
|
|
-----------------
|
Not Coming Down
|
| Kendrick Lamar |
