The Roots - The Jump lyrics

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Feat. Bilal & PORN

Baby Come Back

[Verse 1: Black Thought]

Yo, we obviously need to tone it down a bit

Running round town spending time like it’s counterfeit

Everybody catching hay fever like sinuses

Step in my arena let me show y’all who the highness is

You might say I could be doing something positive

Humbled head down low and broke like promises

Soaking and broken in a joke like comics is

Not enough paper to be paying folks compliments

But when that paper got low so did my tolerance

And it ain’t no truth in a dare without the consequence

Listen if it not for these hood inventions

Id just be another kid from the block with no intentions

On the dock of that bay serving a life sentence

Even if I’m going to hell I’m gonna make an entrance

Yeah let em know I’m getting cheese like omletes is

But I’m the toast of the town like Thomas is

[Hook: Bilal]

We’re all on a journey

Down the hall of memories

Don’t worry bout what you ain’t got

Leave with a little bit of dignity

Never loved what I had

Always felt like I deserved more

But when I

Make it to the other side

Make it to the other side

That’s when we’ll settle up the score

[Verse 2: Black Thought]

Yo , we did this in remembrance of

Faces from the past

We no longer have an image of

Carrying cold blood hearts

That never been for love

Brothers keep going for theirs but never get enough

World travelers that seen it all

And did enough

Only to return to learn

The world wasn’t big enough

Damn, how long has it been?

I guess the jig is up

Now all I know is I’m about to wake this nigga up

Yeah that hindsight 20/20 now niggas dead on the money

Trying to take something from me

It’s a wrap like mummy

Undone I am becoming and…

When he’s tired of running

Through the layers of the onion

He’ll probably shed a tear

Cause they’ll be no more fast times

Just his weak mind scrolled out like a bad sign

He never had enough and got confused when they asked why

Life is only a moment in time and it passed by

Chorus

[Verse 3: P.O.R.N.]

I’m sitting on top of the world ready to jump off

Thinking of various ways to break law

Thinking that enough is enough but still I want more

Thinking of how I’m playing with fire tht burned my young boy

By any means necessary… don’t give a damn

So every night I’m on a flight that never lands

Be an asshole when the shit hits the fan

Or bet your life on a bluff and a bad hand

Can’t win/can’t lose

Get ‘em gassed leave em leaking fuel

Either way the market moves

Cash rules kings, queens, prince and princess

Every night I’m crossing a line that ain’t the finish

Every thought is dark as a glass of fucking Guinness

To far gone to come back to my senses

Now I’m on the edge of my bed making love to my meds

Every moments like a pistol to my head

When I’m getting mine