Do you see it?(Uh-oh, uh-oh)(Uh-oh)He was a lost boy with rhythmHeart broke, SYRE has risenLook at the starsIt’s all written, just hold the applauseI’m just gettin’ started with itIt’s not hot enough in the kitchenThey sayin’ it’s litI guess I’m the one thinkin’ differentI’m slick with it, a lotta changeMan, I’m Slick Rick and I don’t pivotI’m like Pippen hittin’ six swishes in six secondsAutonomous whippin’ while whole colonies are poverty strickin’Young nigga they ain’t stoppin’ and drippin’ the way I dribble the rockThey gotta watch how the rocks are glistenin’Blood diamonds, ancestors fightin’ with colonistsKnow your history, inherit the confidenceIt’s apparent and obviousI’m the young KRS in your providenceAnd this air that we’re breathin’ is consciousnessEvery lyric is prominent (I feel it)Just another cold mornin’ in Paris, I knowI wish I was takin’ you homeBut I ain’t takin’ the long train no more (Too far)You don’t care about me and it’s tough, girlAnd I’m tryna feel your love but I’m not fucked up enoughMan, what a pity New York City lights glowHow many times do I gotta tell you niggas that I’m home?Girl, I ain’t finna lie, you gorgeousWe should go to Malibu, let’s go to FlorenceRainbow on your auraGirl, you soakin’ up the sun like a tourist (Okay)Another place, she an explorerI’m drinkin’ and I’m tellin’ her things I’m not sure ofCancun to AngoraCouldn’t find more of a wavy babyWe endin’ our month in Bora BoraAll this time and you’re still on my mind, yeah you know(Yeah)Girl, I ain’t tryna leave, I’ll be right back (Why?)Left the crib without the top, need a nightcap (Yeah)I’m just lookin’ at the stars for my pathThey pop off, you tell ’em, “Relax”
I drop off the bars and dash let the sunset in the back (Wow)And the boy’s light as a feather in factAt least we can be together now forever but if we could fly through a pink sky, we would never go backJust another cold mornin’ in Paris, I knowI wish I was takin’ you homeBut I ain’t takin’ the long train no more (Too far)You don’t care about me and it’s tough, girlAnd I’m tryna feel your love but I’m not fucked up enoughMan, what a pity New York City lights glow (Why?)How many times do I gotta tell you niggas that I’m home?We was seventeen years oldAt Cartier, we had a copFlowing in my room, it made feel like I’m an astronaut (Astronaut)Niggas mad, how I, acrobat the vocabularAnd they whack, these facts just ain’t adding upI’m back with the math raps, like the boy invented the abacusLess of a rapper more of a strategistGotta know that money can’t buy happinessYou gotta have a long arm still in the hills throwing up charcoalsShit ain’t changed, nigga, I’m still the saddest kid up in the gameThink about you, girl, I do that every dayThoughts I was havin’, blew that shit awayWhen I call you, I just don’t know what to sayJust another cold mornin’ in Paris, I knowI wish I was takin’ you homeBut I ain’t takin’ the long train no more (Too far)You don’t care about me and it’s tough, girlAnd I’m tryna feel your love but I’m not fucked up enoughMan what a pity New York City lights glowHow many times do I gotta tell you niggas that I’m home?Higher the viewI wish you could see how it feelsTook three shots, don’t drip-drop[?] that’ll never lastDo the math, baby do the math[?]But I called a cab and [?]Girl, I know you smilin’Movin’ away for a whileOh girl, [?][?]Baby girl, you lie on my pillow sheetsCry all night, make peace with you, I tryI never got to say goodbyeI’m somewhere in the skySingin’ twisted lullabies