Pharcyde - Y? Lyrics
Verse 1I wasnt sleepin I was creepin slidin hidinI would love the girl behind me roll up a fat ? tyme?Thinkin mentally sinkin[precousicly] brinkinTwo decades n a halfWaitin for the path of mine to followThe world is hollow, yet its full of crap prepared to gambleI give you half of [gizm tencil]Whats the come up, cried a ton of beersDrunk a ton of beers, thats fun at firstBut learned in personFear throughout the yearsKept my ears open eyes scoping my blockDont rock the boat if you cant swimNobody may be there with the [lim] to lendThis is the end, still I cant explain the factWhy the ***** shit gotta be like that?Verse 2Know what, I saidHear me clearin over so so weaved n dreadedThat they need to be bi-headedWhy? Im readily, steadily stimulatin and utilatinAll sloppily copied imitations, cause they irritatinSo im-a intimitade them [and them are for the snare]With the [syfliest] stareBringin em turbulant terrorN they know this cause they can feel itHe knew it was mines still the sucker tried to steal itSo I had to reveal it , through provin their eyeAm I startin [chinin] flyN by just blinkin my eyeIn a flash I flush out the face, layin low-keyTrained eyes locate to focus on the phonyMister sometime-homey, why he act like thatI thought he had my backI thought he had our backsBut it was him that I shouldve never trustedAnd not atleast till he got his attitude adjustedIm out busted for acting all dusted, but bust thisNow when Im out, I see n store out the whole sceneFor all types sneakes that schemeThey come into my face, I send them [tightmen] homeWhen theyre sufferin from the double-agent syndromeVerse 3Sometimes this world means everything to meThe inside is lovely to these eyes I seeN sometimes in my mind all I wanna do is cry[hollie] off seven of them drops from my eyeThose drain out my skin cause Im pissed from withinI see a situation now n all I do is grinPeople think Im high but Im mentally travellingAgin is your times cause lifes a ravellingWhile Im stravelling [moors]Up this *****in mike I hate to be a pilotCrashin in a flightPeople need to know about this thing called lifeCause if you see the light then lifes allrightVerse 4I jumps inside the jeep as I embark on my darknessBopped in my freestyle tapes n started [reminscing] about myLittle homie who was raised in wyoming wanted to be famousSo he came to californey on the microphonyHe was superbad n whatnotBut he was the kinda fella to follow paths that was hotHe became too fascinated with that gang related flavourThat he modificated rearranged his behaviourHe hooked up quick with the influential slangGangsta-strow cornrolls the whole shabbangBraggin n boastin poststandin n braggin how we posed to beHangin with baby gees I was bagginLike why you tryin hooride up on the bandwagonHopin theyd hit him in the headBut he steady saggin like he a hogCreepin through the smogSmokin on some indo sippin on a cup of o-dogLike most who come to this west coast societyTryin to be because they think its fly to be a menaceSo what a relic way to end thisGot rolled up when he was strollingOn a [sundae upper...]Some niggas never listen they gotta learn their lessonThe hard way Im guessin yessinBd as I hit the b n make a right on wessonPops in my head [beperpiou] question
