[Chorus: Nate Traveller]
Okay, I gotta find my way
I’m on my way down
Feel like I ain’t here to stay
Here to make some sound
Travel through the waves
It’s a renaissance, look around
Art gone save the day
No more slaves
Whats lost will be found
[Verse 1: Nate Traveller]
I'ma fuck it up, I'ma light up
For the ones who hate em
Debating like he ain't the greatest, the hottest, the latest
Just pay this some attention
Talking 'bout you, you my favorite
I’ll give you love, I’ll take your love
And we can call it fair trading
I need you more than ever
Move like the weather
Light like a feather
And, all these days go
But with you this shit last forever
I feel tethered to your being
Being the best I can
But this enemy workin’ on me
They tryna shake up my land, I’m going crazy
Somebody pay me, this shit wavy
It’s gravy the way I turn key
What is he saying? I’m praying to the most high
Like, please deliver this liquor up in my liver
Ain’t helping, I’m feeling bitter, damn
And with all that being said, fuck Uncle Sam
Shit is real, tell you how I feel, they ain’t with the plan
And this a whole other subject, I object
Any move they make, I’ll shine the light on a suspect
So what’s up? what’s up? what’s up?
Man we up, she up, he up, and we up
Okay, I gotta find my way
I’m on my way down
Feel like I ain’t here to stay
Here to make some sound
Travel through the waves
It’s a renaissance, look around
Art gone save the day
No more slaves
Whats lost will be found
[Verse 1: Nate Traveller]
I'ma fuck it up, I'ma light up
For the ones who hate em
Debating like he ain't the greatest, the hottest, the latest
Just pay this some attention
Talking 'bout you, you my favorite
I’ll give you love, I’ll take your love
And we can call it fair trading
I need you more than ever
Move like the weather
Light like a feather
And, all these days go
But with you this shit last forever
I feel tethered to your being
Being the best I can
But this enemy workin’ on me
They tryna shake up my land, I’m going crazy
Somebody pay me, this shit wavy
It’s gravy the way I turn key
What is he saying? I’m praying to the most high
Like, please deliver this liquor up in my liver
Ain’t helping, I’m feeling bitter, damn
And with all that being said, fuck Uncle Sam
Shit is real, tell you how I feel, they ain’t with the plan
And this a whole other subject, I object
Any move they make, I’ll shine the light on a suspect
So what’s up? what’s up? what’s up?
Man we up, she up, he up, and we up
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