Elustrius - RiseUp Lyrics

"Smell that skunk!"

Ugh
Yeah Your time
Yeah Your mind
Yeah Your body
All I need
Yeah Your eyes
All I see
Chicken fried sweet tea
Maduros and collard greens
Inside peanut butter cream
Yeah we know; it's all a dream
Woke up made it live for me
It's all love; hate on me
College days I served a fiend
Everybody want a taste
I just want to flee the scene
They want me own a cape
I been in the sky for days
Never let them see you weak
Bumping down the street


I'm a real hot boy
I was born in New Orleans
Imma get that joy
Chasing on that nirvana
If you want that,
Go get that.
If you need it
Imma live that,
Check my syntax
Yeah, I'm bleeding
Imma roll that up
Imma hit that cup
Imma have my fun
You can tell me none
Come on show me some
Don't dip toes, just jump
It ain't cold enough
Yet when things get tough
Could you call my bluff
Could you -
Grind 'til the file gets smooth
Show me your friends and fears
I'll show you your future
It only depends on the move
It's lie for lie
It's an eye for eye for the truth
Most people just tryna get by
Me I'm doing whatever I choose
The best things just take time

So open ya eyes

Take time

To open ya eyes

Realize

Most living a lie

...

Yeah
Tried to box me in,
But I'm too explosive
Tried to play me for a fool
But I'm not a novice.
Box me out, I penetrate it
Showing up, I'm glad i made it
I know y'all hate it
Melanin with a lot of drive


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Throwing stones
We uproot and we smoke trees
Roam here
Roam there
And we run free
Chase paper, make life like a real dream
Fancy shoes, fancy cars, expensive things
Like outside peanut butter inside cream
Like the dollar being made after serving a fiend
Come get it if you know what i mean
-Let it breath-
I'm here to do a couple of things
With this I crush a couple of dreams
They want to fu** without consoling the ring
You want a sip, but really can't handle ya drink
You wanna call yourself a God, and ain't even a king
Let me tell you the truth see I got what you need
I'm just a vessel being filled by the source of the spring
This hurricane tsunami; you just trickle and streams

Yeah Your time
Yeah Your mind
Yeah Your body
All I need
Yeah Your eyes
All I see
Chicken fried sweet tea
Maduros and collard greens
Inside peanut butter cream
Yeah we know; it's all a dream
Woke up made it live for me
It's all love; hate on me
College days I served a fiend
Everybody want a taste
I just want to flee the scene
They want me own a cape
I been in the sky for days
Never let them see you weak
Bumping down the street

It's all love; hate on me
College days I served a fiend

Maduros and collard greens
Inside peanut butter cream

Yeah we know; it's all a dream
Woke up made it live for me


Written by: Andrew Morehead Jr.