文本歌词

Saltwater (feat. Conway the Machine) - Danger Mouse/Black Thought/Conway the Machine
Yeah you so cliche you're the nouveau riche
That come up hard as a youth and knew no peace
You hit that lick and switched to a new motif
In a whip with two low seats and new gold teeth
You say you wanna live fast gettin' paid in cash
Puffin' the most gas and dyin' of car crash
You never learned math in school you cut class
So you can't count what's in the clip you just blast
I feel your mind spinnin' in place and just bufferin'
And all you tryna see is someplace with less sufferin'
Or make a lot of big blue faces just hustlin'
What could I say that you would embrace I guess nothin'
This isn't in attempts to reach you and your hitters
The last thing you do is ******** a ********ter
The streets is a ***** you up in the club with her
You should cease and desist
But you too in love with her yeah
We're past the baton like a drum major at howard
We transfer the power for salt water and flower
My pen packs a dawah Akira Kurosawa
My ideas is gunpower secure the tower
That overlooks a graveyard full of cancelled n***as
Who paid ransoms when they made handsome figures
Guilt and bad business'll make a man religious
I'm the difference of where Sanford and Sanford Biggers
Save the revelry if you tryna lower level me
I be over seventy flippin' the script regularly
Know the L holder 'bout to be you instead of me
Why 'cause you a ****head I'm a **** Gregory
Sendin' every opponent disciplinary notice
Ulterior motives begin pure as a lotus
Even if uncertain I bet you I never showed
If you checkin' for me to choke
I suggest you adjust your focus yeah
Look they heard me rhymin'
They wanna know where they find me at
The grimy cat from the main
Street trenches insomniac
Three in the mornin' lurkin' in that Pontiac
Where I'm from you gotta take your
Pole even when you go to the laundromat
Keep it on you
N***as tried to line me
But I had time to react
We spin the same day
And the day after we slidin' back
Empty the mop in broad day
And leave somebody whacked
He tried to run three or four
Shots hit him inside his back brrt
And that go for anybody that rap
That Buffalo n***a that catch the bodies back
Hold up rewind me back
They heard me rhymin'
They wanna know where they find me at
The grimy cat from the main
Street trenches insomniac
Three in the mornin' catch me inside the trap
Knockin' off a ninety pack
Right by the door where the MAK-90 at
After the deal
The label still wanna sign me back
The contract worth a few mill'
But I ain't signin' that hahahaha
Yeah