ßACK IN THE DAY

[FROOT]
Remember back in the day
You used to take my lunch bag and milk change
Now shit ain't the same, and I'm at the top of my game
My pockets fatter than your ass, mane
Obstacles I overcame, unstoppable I became
Responsible is not my name, remarkable is what I am
Better get out my way fo I toss you in the bay
After I catch you with the shotty gauge
Ain't nobody that can help you
Take a ride and then I dump you
In the side of a boat that's sunken
Live or die, you'll figure out somethin'

[KEIKI]
Keiki, schemin', dealin', wheelin', stealin'
Rollin' up in your parkin' lot
Go and try and find you, prove how hard you are
I'm never seen around town cuz bustas holdin' it down
And cops are scopin' me out

Man back in the day I used to have a hideaway
Now it seems like the whole world's comin' out to play
But I'll always be the same, them pictures fallin' out my brain
Just a moderate insane, I think I'll be okay
Yeah I'm down, but what's the point
Go and smoke another joint
Meditate on my ways in which your paranoia's healthy for you
Shit man, let the A.K. do the thinkin' for you
Fuck it all, but can't forget the plan
Keep your guns blazin' before you return to sand
And that's no fuckin' lie man, lie-ha man

[THE SECRET PROVIDER]
Days have turned to mush, so I turn to kush
Life like Brian Eno, I’m a ghost livin in a bush
Put too much thought into just rippin it up
Been too hard to manage just livin it up, fuck

My head is on straight but I just can’t get enough
Of material obsession, should be given them up
Shit’s not always easy when you’re queasy and awkward
Saying you should see a doctor but I live in the nocturne

Why? Because I panic when a poser’s around
And posers are abundant in a hipster-ish town
Always lookin down, trying to find my sound
Gonna make it one day straight killin you clowns

I put two hands up to the man in the mirror shit
The glimmer in your eye, it ain't never been clearer
With the profit of your dreams inching nearer and nearer
So put a roach inside your mouth and just silence the terror

I’ll stick to you like violent images
And I’ll stick like glue with the words of my scrimmages
Guess I'm gonna find out what the scope of my limit is
Just to find the fucking obvious it's probably limitless