Joell Ortiz - Food For Thought lyrics

rate me

Yo I ain't gon' front, shorty used to look GOOOOOD

She's just lookin alright nowadays

It's crazy {"C-C-C-Cookin Soul"}

Uhh, I toss and turn, I can't sleep at night

I see that it was your love that inspired me to write

I remember that day in the summer of 9-2

Everybody gathered 'round and they was talkin 'bout you

Eavesdropped for an hour and was happy when I left

Went upstairs and wrote what I would say the day we met

A little shorty then but I was confident to death

They made you sound so fly so I just tried to be my best

Crumpled a couple papers, first impressions happen once

So I just wrote what I had heard - sippin liquor, rap and blunts

Everybody said you liked that so that's what I tried to offer

My crush on you was out of this world like a flyin saucer

So next day I went outside and told the guys

What I'm a tell you when we met and they looked at me all surprised

My age was so young yet my words so mature

One dude turned and said "She just might let you in the door"

Y'knowmsayin? I had such a crush on this girl cause

She was beautiful back then, it was like 9-2

E'rybody's gathered 'round in front of my buildin talkin about her

I'm like "Yo I can't wait 'til I meet her"

I went upstairs inspired! Y'knowmsayin?

Like, start writin down ideas like what I'm a tell her, the day we met

Like damn, check it

After years of talkin to the guys I sharpened my pick-up lines

And recorded 'em, makin sure they was delivered to you fine

From tryin to find you it was myself that I would find

So I told you who I was and the chronicles I designed

Then a few years ago Koch Records gave me a sign

I was doin the right thing when they put some money behind

My story, they figued you like what I had to say

I was popular, my story had even got back to Dre

Knew we was gon' meet, so I tried to stay calm

But I was fin' to be the man if I had you on my arm

Ain't get to my head though, still wrote my letters with charm

That's when a dude named Nas wrote a letter that you was gone

Tried not to believe him but then he was co-signed

By writers across the globe that was on they own grind

So what was I supposed to do? (what?)

For the first time in a long time I ain't have nothin to look forward to

So y'all followin me, right?

I mean I'm pretty sure by now y'all should have an idea of who I'm talkin 'bout

I'm pretty sure y'all don't think she look as fly

As she used to back in the days either

So I ain't alone in this vote, but um

I'm a try to, I'm a try to save her, man

I'm a try to rescue her, man

Y'knowmsayin? She deserve that (listen)

I still wrote to you, even though I heard the rumors

That's when I came to my own understandin of who you was

No one's actually met you, they just write and hope you hear it

And hope that you're attracted to the person in their lyrics

Some people try to bag you by tellin you what they have

Hopin you're materialistic and like to brag

Others try to scoop you by portrayin that they tough

Prayin that you're a good girl and you like 'em rough

The newest sensation's tryin to get you through a dance

So if y'all bump heads at a party you'll give him an extra glance (hey!)

Then there's a couple people like I

That let you know exactly who they are, why not?

But not a soul's met you face-to-face

So with every word they write is where they place the faith

(Dear hip-hop) Provin the next line in this lyric

How can hip-hop be dead when she's a spirit?

YAOWA! Joell Ortiz (yeah)

Just fuckin 'round with my pen again, you know

Food for thought nigga, haha

I'm nice!

I don't even know, where this gon' end up, but just give it some air

Rrrrah!