Blu Damu The Fudgemunk Feet On The Ground Lyrics
Feet On The Ground by Blu & Damu The Fudgemunk
[Verse 1]
Uh, it was cold how they did it
But it just warming up
No more covering up, not a storm as us
Elon Musk is just a long arm of the just
Fun crushing all law unjusts
I adjust the bar on your stereo tie your system up
Twist the [?], twist stereotypes
Fuck the system up, twist the [?]
Fuck a nigga up, all [?]
Fuck outta my face 'fore I get the pump
I'm trying to get a pump 'fore I listen to Lil' Pump
Lil' punks got Hip Hop feeling a lil punk
But it's cool, I bang that shit too
That shit make em rap to get boost
On the West Coast shout (to everybody)
On the East Coast..
Redefinition had a nigga with a cheese toast
Three dope sixteens every beat
And my feet is right back in the street
Gun smoke!
[Verse 2]
Uh, and it was wrong how the song went
And just hits, I needed help
Reaching out into heaven
With my feet in hell, oh well
How deep did you go before the water flows
B L U, I make the water global
Call me local and I say I'm international
But call me local and a nigga might snap on you
Big B L, they got a bad rap on you
Bare back, back to the pen pad and paying dues
'Cause ain't a new trap song under the sun
Still, I still feel trapped amongst everyone
Every gun I ever had, I lost and never bust it
Ten years past and now the pen is ever rusting
Always been trusted, till one day I lost it
Easy to crucify somebody if the cross fit
All this talk to get me six feet deep
But my feet are still up on the street
Gun smoke!
[Verse 3]
Nigga got the [?]
Even when I was out of it
I do get clouded from the spliff hanging outta my lips
Count the bliss, call it a blessing and keep pressing
Even I don't wanna be free but keep dressing [?]
Keep perfecting your role, keep [?]
Spit blessing and flows to touch the rest of the globe
Manifest to be whole, a man professing his soul
[?], i'ts the same old song, y'all
We talking about practice, and you're an actress, dawg
We talking about practice, to be a master
The master never out-shines the sun
And dues get reined on by everyone
In the happiest tons, and the lizard was gone
Most can't believe that we still living this long
I gotta write a new song to a beat this week
To put my feet right back on the street
Gun smoke!
Uh, it was cold how they did it
But it just warming up
No more covering up, not a storm as us
Elon Musk is just a long arm of the just
Fun crushing all law unjusts
I adjust the bar on your stereo tie your system up
Twist the [?], twist stereotypes
Fuck the system up, twist the [?]
Fuck a nigga up, all [?]
Fuck outta my face 'fore I get the pump
I'm trying to get a pump 'fore I listen to Lil' Pump
Lil' punks got Hip Hop feeling a lil punk
But it's cool, I bang that shit too
That shit make em rap to get boost
On the West Coast shout (to everybody)
On the East Coast..
Redefinition had a nigga with a cheese toast
Three dope sixteens every beat
And my feet is right back in the street
Gun smoke!
[Verse 2]
Uh, and it was wrong how the song went
And just hits, I needed help
Reaching out into heaven
With my feet in hell, oh well
How deep did you go before the water flows
B L U, I make the water global
Call me local and I say I'm international
But call me local and a nigga might snap on you
Big B L, they got a bad rap on you
Bare back, back to the pen pad and paying dues
'Cause ain't a new trap song under the sun
Still, I still feel trapped amongst everyone
Every gun I ever had, I lost and never bust it
Ten years past and now the pen is ever rusting
Always been trusted, till one day I lost it
Easy to crucify somebody if the cross fit
All this talk to get me six feet deep
But my feet are still up on the street
Gun smoke!
[Verse 3]
Nigga got the [?]
Even when I was out of it
I do get clouded from the spliff hanging outta my lips
Count the bliss, call it a blessing and keep pressing
Even I don't wanna be free but keep dressing [?]
Keep perfecting your role, keep [?]
Spit blessing and flows to touch the rest of the globe
Manifest to be whole, a man professing his soul
[?], i'ts the same old song, y'all
We talking about practice, and you're an actress, dawg
We talking about practice, to be a master
The master never out-shines the sun
And dues get reined on by everyone
In the happiest tons, and the lizard was gone
Most can't believe that we still living this long
I gotta write a new song to a beat this week
To put my feet right back on the street
Gun smoke!