Laws - Flashback Lyrics
[Verse 1:]I'm writing my album in AtlantaJust finished tearing a house down in TampaThese newscasters saying my dirty laundry filling up hampersI keep filling up stangers with feelings of satisfaction and anticipationLike every Laws man, can't keep 'em waitingBut in the meanwhile, I just touched down like a pedophileToo soon? I think not, this is so much more than hip-hopThis is my big shot, yeah, know this isI ain't a show business but you better show some... Spinning lime backwards when the wifey hereAnd she my hypest critic, I really want her to like my lyricsI know I might lose if my range isn't broadBut I did it last time, it got me this farAnd the past wasn't living to the fullest, life set me free like a bulletNo Cobain, my style is so propane, so I'm going for the GrammyI'm going for the Pulitzer, might as well throw me the NobelI'm still swinging, I ain't hear no bell, I'm so I'llBut I have no patience, waiting is aggravatingI'm trying to have them saying... [Hook:]This is like a flashback, this is like a dreamThis is like all the things you can take inside a memoryThis is like a flashback, this is like a dreamThis is like all the things you can take inside a memoryThis is like a flashback[Verse 2:]I'm writing my memoirs in Cairo by the pyramidsLife like a slideshow, back home, more clowns than a sideshowI'm trying to do this for my mother like psychoThey ask me if I'm ever quitting on the mic thoughI tell 'em yes, then I tell 'em sike, noToo many people still confusing me with my clonesSo until my record spinning like a cycloneI'm a go with kai flows, no mercy, walking the green mile, no PercyI'm at my late spot, they trying to irk meI'm saying this is a celebration, Charlie MurphyAnd if you look like you lean, I got a bodyguard that look like BladeI'm walking past the hate, hating is aggravatingI'm trying to have them saying... [Hook][Verse 3:]I don't care if I'm keeping it real to you and II'm keeping it real to someone so if you digging up my vibeThen I'm 2Pac, I'm true to me so what more could you want from... A rapper in this modern age, don't let me be the special one that got awayMy flow is crack nigga, fiend, put the rock awayNot one to fold, that is a rule I can not obeyBecause I'm hot today, don't care if tomorrow is a blizzardWith thirty inches, I'm chilling 'cause I got my sleighI over prepare, I'm putting on a show even if no one is thereJanitor folding up chairs and he bobbing his headAnd I'm giving him daps, all I got is my life story and I'm giving him thatI got his hands raising like a pastor prayingI'm trying to have them saying... [Hook]
