Written and performed by ill Nicky
Produced by Billion Coast
Mastered by Will Saulsky
Recorded at ill Music Group Studio in Los Angeles, CA
All Rights Reserved, ill Music Group
lyrics
Pre-Hook:
Its such a bitter taste,
I came from broken pieces,
I ran like Walter Peyton,
And that taste it turned to Sweetness,
Hook:
Got me on a good one,
I don’t have time tho,
Blowin hot wind,
Like summer in Chicago,
No talkin,
Fuck with the Capo,
Came from the underground,
Feeling like Chapo,
Do what you do, and say what you mean,
Or Keep your mouth shut now dont say a thing,
I was at the bottom, with a little kerosene,
So the fire still blaze from the summer to the spring,
Ferragamo drip on the kid like Capone,
I don’t ever follow, gotta lead on my own,
My bitch like to ball like in "League Of Our Own,"
Please don’t call I don’t speak on the phone,
Less you gotta bag for it,
Matter fact make sure the bag imported,
I remember when I had to beg for it,
So if you aint talkin money than I gotta fast forward.
Verse1:
I don’t ever wanna hold up,
Keep stacking my gold up,
From the jump I got no love,
Tough skin, I won’t fold up,
Get your mind right,
Cuz when the times right,
Is when the times right,
It’s like Prom Night,
The kettle won’t boil for your eye sight,
And I bet you can’t score up on the sideline
I cannot decide when its all gon happen,
I just pray to God and do whatever I imagine,
I traded in my whip for a dragon,
The drive that I got turned fire to a passion,
Tip top shape thats something like Floyd,
Heres another bop for the girls and the boys,
Pull up in a drop, put the real in McCoy,
Pre-Hook:
Its such a bitter taste,
I came from broken pieces,
I ran like Walter Peyton,
And that taste it turned to Sweetness,
Hook:
Got me on a good one,
I don’t have time tho,
Blowin hot wind,
Like summer in Chicago,
No talkin,
Fuck with the Capo,
Came from the underground,
Feeling like Chapo,
Do what you do, and say what you mean,
Or Keep your mouth shut now dont say a thing,
I was at the bottom, with a little kerosene,
So the fire still blaze from the summer to the spring,
Ferragamo drip on the kid like Capone,
I don’t ever follow, gotta lead on my own,
My bitch like to ball like in "League Of Our Own,"
Please don’t call I don’t speak on the phone,
Less you gotta bag for it,
Matter fact make sure the bag imported,
I remember when I had to beg for it,
So if you aint talkin money than I gotta fast forward.
Outro:
Tip top shape thats something like Floyd,
Heres another bop for the girls and the boys,
Pull up in a drop, put the real in McCoy,
It's such a bitter taste,
I came from broken pieces,
I ran like Walter Peyton,
And that taste it turned to Sweetness
An album steeped in classic Ohio funk and soul, traveling from psych-rock to industrial, from 808s to old-school rap. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 21, 2017
