I’m reminiscin’ bout the days of my old ass ways
Little spaz ass kid with a crazy ass fade
Now I wonder where My life is headed
I’m on my way up, Tryin’ to stay up
Cause the state of the world is pretty pathetic

I’m dread headed whole heartedly
The nicest guy I let it be
…I’m in the lowest key,
you ain’t heard a sound from me

Workin’ on my craft you see I had to take some time out
been feelin’ so daf every time

I have to hide away
I’m tryin to find a way
I’ma fly away one day
But today’s the day to be different

Go ‘head and make a change
Too many lames, shit not enough names

Chorus:
Don't need to take you there to show you
Don't need to see your face to know you
Don't need to leave my place to know the way that I'll go
(now tell um bout the Truth)
You see I...
I'm building beats and Revenue
Chet Baker voice I never knew
Don't need to leave my place to know the way that I'll Go
(Yeah, that's OLLO)

OLLO:
Yeah I’m a vessel for creation, Nestled in the basement
Read and workout every evening, Then I write the track and lay it
The Girl I’m with her mom’s A White woman with the pursed lips
Said she wants to hear, so here’s a verse without the curses yeah

I’m thinking of cul-de-sacs and barbeques in back yards
…and Latin Food and Hot sauce straight out the glass jar
and Fresh fruit and fathers thinking they know best
while we loading up our paper plates so full they start to bend

because our hunger never satisfied, appetite is growing
yeah eman is 6’7 had to raise the microphone
we speak it Melodious you can tell I aint the only one
that Grew up playin django, Charlie parker, and thelonious Monk

we have boldly begun, We both the lonliest sons
My Mom’s a Venezuelan his Mom’s a Dominican
That’s where we get the soul to rhyme on beat
Over type of keys you’d hear on 89.3 like

Chorus (2X)

Outro Yung Kas:
Damn, I still got it after all these years. No practice.
Nah, I practice...