Blu - Keep Pushinn Lyrics
(Verse 1: Blu)Yo. I scribbled, all out of line when I drew up a self-portraitRan all out of space and found me in another orbitMore importantly though, he wasn't late for the interviewKissed the interviewers hand, we weren't properly introducedThey danced through topics while skimming the truthSkinny dipping in each other's optical visions *****She threw the magazine, cause she said she knew the editorChief rocker, not a competitor or a beat boxerHonored enough, she Peter Bradley'd with us. With herDrew Blake's tucked, cause she knew what was upI just drew blanks, blushed all the way to the bankCashed a few bucks, got grub, filled up my tankI think she, prolly think I'm dopepretanaturalSaid I smoke with the judge, tried to feed her them apples***** classical, I listen to jazz-soul, R&B, riddim and bluesFunk grooves, hard to tweak shit. Deep end thoughtsI walked the streets bent. Contaminated speech be killin' then beat thisWatch one prefix, restrict-a-remix, reach quick to keep shitConstipate release dates. R-S-D-L, Dual layer editionAs soon as the scene breaks I sneak in the chickenGet em' Hamilton James shot, couldn't handle grim had to grinNikon flashed again. Right on! Yo, this planet is hilarious right moms?Sike, wrong. Look like he drops bombs on a serious noteHe need a series, he's experienced folks. No inquiries though you should already knowHold the press, you got me long as I'm holding her dressWhen she move eye move, and it's just that fresh(Verse 2: Blu)Sunset's taking me places I lay awake to seePainting dreams patiently patient; playing keysSinging off awfully, pardon me cough, coffee breathCaught me walking awkwardly arguing bout' my art and death"Marshall what's an artist with no arteries?", I often thinkGlad I left part of my heart carved in a leaf with inkBlink, sharpie my sheets, no debate. Second guessing was guessing a second second too lateI said, "Wait, can they handle a candle with no mantle?"Light bull over head went dull; "What should he sample?"Pulled Ahmad Jamal, saw a lost number on the record sleeveTalked like Charles; checked to see if she would guess its meCaught off guard, all laughing all ecstatic. Asked her "Could we do lunch?"She said, "Yeah Gavin." Gavin? Who the *****'s Gavin? No more laughing, phone hung upMust've been the wrong number. Ion' know who that was. Cuz laughed at meBuzz bad, actually drunk, mad happy. Started dialing other folks, "***** it yo, act classy."Sat up straight, put a button upon. Even though it's 4:20 we'll be fresh before dawnUsed to want Ms. Daily even though I was young. Then we slept half the day as if nothing was wrongShe said, "John what the ***** are you on? You look a mess." I said, "Same shit as you, and it's just that fresh."
