There is a fine between the two of us We can't be talking down that long intellectuals on fine wine, smoking diamonds dust We be lost in that old world, inter-terrestrials
We all laughing but not really We all but not really cashing Labeled eyes for Scandinavian fashion The topic, great bands, it's Leo and Gatsby We so fly, shit, we the classics We a newspaper shaking our heads, shit We so aware, we really, really, care, nature, the state of the planet And crazy warfare, we blame the marriage But really we be flipping out waiting in So raise your glasses grapes organic The niggas find taste divine
There is a line between the two of us We can't be talking down that like intellectuals Sipping on fine wine, smoking diamonds We can't be in that old world, inter-terrestrials
We used to copy all the right of folk Momma always you, papa always knows Stop you on the road you lost control And now we all grown up, yeah, we all gone Hit the flow, drink, smoking, be yours, let me go Call me back, never mind, all of till we all Some wake up in a brand new Let's wake up in bed some juicy cocky
is a fine line between the two of us We can't be talking down that long like on fine wine, smoking diamonds dust We can't be lost in old world, inter-terrestrials
in our own world Million miles in our own world Know you feel the Lost in our own I see in your back in our own world Until fade away