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Anderson .Paak – The Waters (feat. BJ the Chicago Kid)

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  • savage t Aesthetic Knight

    Closest I could get to BJ probably. Anyways…
    Babe can you empathize with me at least? It feels weird…when that thing in your chest that you tried to suppress for the sake of others was real the whole time…you know?

  • Brandoon Navarroo

    Yes lord, yeah

    [Verse 1: Anderson .Paak]
    Tried to tell niggas, in 2012, nigga
    Working hand to hand and no avail
    Volume one was too heavy for you frail niggas
    So I got leaned like codeine and pills
    It's the visionary, in the vintage Chevy
    It's been a while but wow you still care
    Free Nash 'til they pass out obituaries
    In bold caps, "your bitch-ass was not there"
    And I can do anything but move backwards
    The hardest thing is to keep from being distracted
    My big sister still claiming me on them taxes
    Tell Uncle Sam I just need a second to add this
    Gave my momma ten racks
    And she packed and went to Chumash with it
    Quadruple the worth and give me half of it
    Half of it I took in the back of the air mattress
    A quarter stash was stashed in a box with the Air Maxes
    The rest got lost in Saks with my wifey, no BM
    Whack niggas dropping links in my DM
    Bad bitches up and down a nigga TL
    I'm glad that you finally made it to the future but you're late
    And the price is through the muthafuckin' roof
    If you want you could wait outside the building
    I ain't takin' no more meetings
    [Chorus: BJ the Chicago Kid]
    Stepped in the waters
    The water was cold
    Chilled my body
    But not in my soul

    [Verse 2: Anderson .Paak]
    I bring you greetings from the first church of Boom Baptists
    United Fellowship of Free Nationals
    Residing pastor is .Paak
    And the first lady is a bad bitch
    With slanted eyelids and thick ass
    Sunglasses, Martin Luther King fan for you bitch niggas
    Sweating on my Patent Leathers
    Pressure turned their feather weight into a Cinderella
    I ain't seen the ground in days since I grew propellers
    We'll do one better
    Word to the liquor that killed my grandpa liver
    I know you finally look proud, a nigga smiling
    To every hundred niggas that came and gone missing
    Only a handful will go the distance
    I swear I seen this shit coming as if I was living up under the plumbing
    While niggas was riffing and mumbling 'bout, what they could do
    I was cooking gumbo whipping the voodoo
    I was in the jungle running with Zulu's
    We was looking past the struggle while life was moving so fast
    You had to be sharp as a Ginsu
    To the top of the food group
    Doing what I want and how I should too
    [Chorus: BJ the Chicago Kid]
    Stepped in the waters
    The water was cold
    Chilled my body
    But it didn't touch my soul
    Stepped in the waters
    The water was cold
    Chilled my body
    But it didn't touch my soul

    Ladies in gentlemen, the most fantastic day in history
    Would you boys mind explaining the cause
    Of what made this great park go underneath this hood
    Take a look at this

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