MURS & SLUG - Morris Day lyrics

rate me

Stepped inside this depth of a dive

With nothing but my breath and this rep that I'm riding

Check around the room to get a fresh look

Most these names already in the guest book

So I'm gonna sit on my stool and sip solo

The missing half of a stack of ripped photos

If she don't know so, the odds of blowing up

Watch the word work, the gods are growing up

I never had trouble with the lovable

Walk down that hill and fuck all the buffalo

And by the time I get done with the small town

Ashes of bridges and all the walls fall down

Sitting in the middle of dialogue

I know I'm not the brightest star

Otherwise I'd probably be one foot out the front entrance

Before one sentence even starts breathin - I'm leavin'

Don't need another reason to carry guilt

But she got a fair grill and she very built

Plus I like her smile and her eyes are wild

Should I try to aspire you to write my style

Hold up - you can't take every 20 something back to the lab

Just to jelly up her belly button

No thank you, my name is Sean

Here's a dollar for the jukebox - go play my song

Cause this type of shit happens every day

We all go to heaven, even enemies may

You better stay in your place where the memories play

I'm just trying to live life cool - Morris Day

IOn the B L O C, laying low key

Hair gettin' braided whilst I'm talking to the homie

Old Gee, standing in the corner not talking

The little homie's sister wanna borrow my walkman

It's front yard politics, we talk a lot of shit

Who we wanna fight, broads that we're trying to hit

Kinda get bored so we bail to the store

Then we back, posted up for a few hours more

Now the homeboy cousin bring his ass down stairs

Tryin' to spark some convo, but don't nobody cares

Neither life or a square, I'm not even lookin'

No respect on the block cause he a mark n a hoodie

And I know this fool gonna say something sideways

The homeboy just start him out last Friday

Twenty years old, getting punked every Friday

Think that he hard cause he dips on the? YA?

But my crew don't play, no time for discussion

Kept talkin' shit so my homeboy rushed him

Stomped him out in the grass 'til he had a concussion

Take ya ass in the house fool. don't say nuttin'

As he walked up the stairs heard him cry through the screen door

Sucker ass chump, what he tryin' to make a scene for

Know that he heard me cause the window was open

So I talked even louder and we kept on jokin'