2past3 Songtext
von Apollo’s Interlude
2past3 Songtext
Two past three and we still in the first
Live body music evading a hearse
We just do what we think works
You just spy, you known to lurk
And not in the way we do it
Got our number, you can lose it
′Cause when they doubted, we proved it
That we make champagne music
About time, my rhymes fine
A deeper meaning like a shovel in its prime
How could I lie to y'all?
I play the chin, but I too can ball
Your rules will fall like the tears of God
Upon the sod, under the cleats of the feet of an athlete
The sprint in a track meet
Stronger than last week
How meek can a meal be?
Could be my skin and couldn′t feel me
This is hip-hop's dream, H-Town lean
Out of 1920, I brought the swing
Dancing to my own tunes, breathing in my own fumes
FL junkie, don't mess with Pro Tools
You other dudes is old news
You just mad ′cause I′m styling on you like a hairdo
Two past three and we still in the first
Live body music evading a hearse
We just do what we think works
You just spy, you known to lurk
And not in the way we do it
Got our number, you can lose it
'Cause when they doubted, we proved it
That we make champagne music
It′s my time to hop on the track
Crown Jones tagged me in like that
I swore I didn't want to do no singing
Just wanted to be the one penning
But today′s music is nonsense
We be supermen, so dumb and say "fat"
'Cause I don′t even listen to the radio
Auxiliary cord plugged in the dualist, hit the road
Pardon our manners, let me introduce us
Apollo's interlude here to make music adjust
I am Sinico and he is Crown Jones
He raps and produce and I sing and write them songs, so it's
Two past three and we still in the first
Live body music evading a hearse
We just do what we think works
You just spy, you known to lurk
And not in the way we do it
Got our number, you can lose it
′Cause when they doubted, we proved it
That we make champagne music
Live body music evading a hearse
We just do what we think works
You just spy, you known to lurk
And not in the way we do it
Got our number, you can lose it
′Cause when they doubted, we proved it
That we make champagne music
About time, my rhymes fine
A deeper meaning like a shovel in its prime
How could I lie to y'all?
I play the chin, but I too can ball
Your rules will fall like the tears of God
Upon the sod, under the cleats of the feet of an athlete
The sprint in a track meet
Stronger than last week
How meek can a meal be?
Could be my skin and couldn′t feel me
This is hip-hop's dream, H-Town lean
Out of 1920, I brought the swing
Dancing to my own tunes, breathing in my own fumes
FL junkie, don't mess with Pro Tools
You other dudes is old news
You just mad ′cause I′m styling on you like a hairdo
Two past three and we still in the first
Live body music evading a hearse
We just do what we think works
You just spy, you known to lurk
And not in the way we do it
Got our number, you can lose it
'Cause when they doubted, we proved it
That we make champagne music
It′s my time to hop on the track
Crown Jones tagged me in like that
I swore I didn't want to do no singing
Just wanted to be the one penning
But today′s music is nonsense
We be supermen, so dumb and say "fat"
'Cause I don′t even listen to the radio
Auxiliary cord plugged in the dualist, hit the road
Pardon our manners, let me introduce us
Apollo's interlude here to make music adjust
I am Sinico and he is Crown Jones
He raps and produce and I sing and write them songs, so it's
Two past three and we still in the first
Live body music evading a hearse
We just do what we think works
You just spy, you known to lurk
And not in the way we do it
Got our number, you can lose it
′Cause when they doubted, we proved it
That we make champagne music
Writer(s): Christin Clark, Gaylon Nathaniel Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
