文本歌词

Ab-Soul - Now You Know
Try to relax try to relax
Cause I know you're anxious baby
I know you're anxious for me
But you just gotta try to relax try to relax
try to relax
I wrote the majority of this rap on a bean bag
under the JMZ train tracks the Bro P
on the motherf**king boards homeboy
If you don't know now ya know *****
Went from Del's liquor to Deli's in the Bronx *****
I'm just a youngin from Del Amo
With a belt by Ferragamo doin' what I want to
You know what I'm up to
I hit the Bodega for the backwoods
Pack of dutchies if you lucky *****
Cups with the ice just doing what I want to
You know what I'm up to You know what I'm up to
You know what I'm up to You know what I'm up to
You know what I'm up to
I swear to God I wish I wrote this f**king verse on Mother's Day
That ain't got **** to do with this or does it f**k it Anyway
I've been miseducated mislead misinterpretated
misunderstood mistaken misjudged
That's why I'm a misfit up to mischief
On a mission in a missionary
Hittin missionaries missionaries
That was all mises terms with 'mis' prefixes to be specific
All you feminists should be on my d**k for this **** word
But listen close this where **** get tricky
What all these words have in common is that they're all iffy
Hence misogyny obviously
I'd switch the 'y' in 'mystery' with 'i' if I could I would
If you was Huey you would know it *****
But you're not so I guess y'all good
So one time for the women two times for the ladies
three times for the *******
Don't forget about the *******
Adam's rib ain't adding up this story
must be more extensive YMF *****
Meiosis mitosis and some mo' ****
Noah had motion in the ocean before his boat did
And you know why I love my mama so much
And I can't watch my lil sister grow up so I
Went from Del's liquor to Deli's in the Bronx *****
I'm just a youngin from Del Amo
With a belt by Ferragamo doing what I want to
You know what I'm up to
I hit the Bodega for the backwoods
Pack of dutchies if you lucky ***** cross your fingers
Cups with the ice just doing what I want to
You know what I'm up to You know what I'm up to
You know what I'm up to You know what I'm up to
You know what I'm up to You know what I'm up to
You know what I'm up to You know what I'm up to
You know what I'm up to You know what I'm up to
You know what I'm up to
you know what I'm up to you know what I'm up to
I Soulo still a member in good standing of the he-man woman
haters club Do solemnly swear to be a he-man
and hate women and not play with them
or talk to them unless I have to
and especially never fall in love
and if I do may I die slowfully and painfully
and suffer for hours or until I scream bloody murder