Paradise from 700 Stems by Ol'Bap

Namaste
Hit the shake with a toothache
Getting in touch with my crews name
Eggs with a touch of that touché
I’m like weezy F WoozAY
The F for fruitaaay
The lines like Bobby booshay
With that duesay, lit on a Tuesday
You ain’t never seen a MC poo
On a dotted line for the views
Death had a shadow
And family’s have their dues
Never had the drip
But I’m going for ooze
Confused bout the way shit gon turn out
Cause I’m not trynna stay lit til I burn out
Or keep writing cause I’m worried bout the word count
I want you to listen cause this how I learned how
To communicate out
Every day sour cause I’m sipping Minute Maid
Waking up on couches, it’ll be a different day
Cause I got a life to live, I’m not about to sit n pray
And if I quit today,
I’d owe a whole loan to the kids at play
They gotta different faith
But I told them have hopes for my simple fate
Chasing back bus dreams
Trynna get the cream
Interior limousine
It’s the simple things
That’ll mean the dream
Was never met in sleep
I opened my eyes
And this what I seen

A better life, better times
What you need, and what you like
Physically a different kind
A life in paradise, paradise
Ican breathe, I can fly,
Steadily on the rise
Summer breeze, bummer highs
Mentally, I’m alive
A better ride, better kind
Of families, and redder rice
Mentally, this a scuba dive
Of life in paradise, paradise
Under trees, Christmas skies
Gliding where the waves crash and rise, all day and thru the night

• Hip-Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Rap
• rapper
• Guam