(Lately) I've Been Thinking Songtext
von Common

Yeah, one, two
Let′s, yeah-yeah
Check it, I got my mellow Sean Let
We gon' get down for y′all Chicago style
'87, You know the business, check it

After eight years of my life of smokin' and drinkin′
The world keeps spinnin′, so lately I've been thinkin′
After eight years of my life of smokin' and drinkin′
The world keeps spinnin', so lately I′ve been thinkin'

Nervous, still the go got me, a cash flow profit
Methods of gettin' scratch and talkin′ slick, I′ve adopted
Palms interlocked with studs whose hearts be game
Hoes in the stable, none do I claim
Niggas with nothin' to shoot for at they only aim
Gramps in the choir singin′ "It's Gonna Rain"
In the midst of precipitation, I make the power manipulations
So my offspring′ll be straight for generations


Got connections in the nation to incarceration
To general population, more lyrics than Jason
Look me in the face when you speak to me
You got a tattoo, bitch, you's a freak to me

Seekin′ the goods that's material

Askin' when′s my next video
Bitch, get a job and get yo′ ass in somebody's university
Enroll your youngin′ in a nursery
And clean him up, comb his hair, cover yourself
You want a man to love you, you ain't lovin′ yourself
I'm discoverin′ wealth, watches, wisdom and ways
To make it in the last days, now bring it on

After eight years of my life of smokin' and drinkin'
The world keeps spinnin′, so lately I′ve been thinkin'
After eight years of my life of smokin′ and drinkin'
The world keeps spinnin′, so lately I've been thinkin′

I feel blessed I survived two decades in this world
Then '90 slid in naked, now I got a baby girl
Ain't this a bitch, myself still a child
I wanna hang on 87th corners, act wild on Stony Isle
Better school her, so prestigious your seed in society
Pots of envy, jealous niggas, crack fiends, yes indeed

I won′t mislead and you can best believe


I′m just a blink away, shorty, anytime that you need
See I know right now, you just too young to understand
Askin' questions, why pops and moms don′t be holdin' hands
Don′t you worry about it yet, in due time, we'll explain
Why havin′ you created just an everlastin' shame
Bringin' joy with your smiles, trippin′ when you first walk
Knowin′ somebody's child is gettin′ outlined in chalk

Just relieved it ain't you, I got much love for you, boo
′Cause it ain't nothin′ that these
Callous niggas in the streets won't do
Stop me if I'm lyin′, see my race is steady dyin′
Sure methods to makin' dreams, bullets sprays and shatter dreams

See basically, Chi-Town′s gang-related and designed
Niggas throw up theirs and down opposite signs

After eight years of our lives of smokin' and drinkin′
The world keeps spinnin', so lately we′ve been thinkin'
After eight years of our lives of smokin' and drinkin′
The world keeps spinnin′, so lately we've been thinkin′

It's like that, y′all (Yeah-yeah)
Comel Sense and Dirty Mouths are on the set, y'all

Sean Let, we gon′ get down like that
My man Andy C on the board
We comin' through y'all for 87th Street, 71st
Everybody in South Shore
We comin′ through for niggas on the Westside
Down in the ickies all up and down state
We gon′ keep it straight like that, we straight out the 'Go
Whether you call it Chi-Town, it′s still our town
Holdin' it down like this with that ′87 sound
We talkin' ′bout rockin' niggas state-to-state, nationwide

On the real, it's like that
Straight up Southside is what we know, y′know I′m sayin'?
Shit be real around these parts, it′s serious

Y'know I′m sayin'? Hear me

Y′know, we out though