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letra de all of the way - j.a.m.e.s. watts

[verse 1: james watts]

i’m trying to find the words to say
i’m trying to put the battery back in my vertebrae
in this land of hermes coats, and fur displays
givenchy purses, he-rs-s and murder rates
feel like i don’t fit it
contemplating quitting, my people say put your bid in
was only just a minute ago that your boy slid in
my first tape felt like the first date, kissing
asking for permission to maybe just put the tip in
if the game’s a dame, i had her on the counter in the kitchen
she said it feels good, but not good enough
she’s never putting out so it feels like i’m putting up
with all this lame b-tching, but james is itching to cut
so i drop her off, feeling like never picking her up
alas…
i laugh as i pull off the street, this is our routine and i’m going to be back the next week

[hook: navegante]

we’re taking it all the way (repeat 4x)

[verse 2: james watts]

it’s more than entertainment
because the road to the top don’t have gold in the pavement
growing old, had to learn to be bold in my greatness
unlearning what they told, neo in the matrix
red pills, i still get chills when recording
even though the game is saying “having sk!lls ain’t important”
coach behind the board like phil, or i’m jordan
with a porsche at the porch from a portion of my touring
i still impress myself
not conceit, just belief ’til i concede the belt
any help that i need is arm’s reach, it’s felt
because the words and the beats is beyond heat, i melt
son’s here, get your sunblock
i rise and i fall but i treat it all like i got one shot
finna go to war with the world without a gun c-cked
the end result, when the unstoppable goes unstopped

[hook: navegante]

we’re taking it all the way (repeat 4x)

[verse 3: james watts]

mo’ music, no muses but i
though the shots are thrown at me, there’s no use for reply
because the words and the music’s produced by the same guy
wouldn’t have it any other way, i was taught to rely
on n0body, i never needed a crutch
intravenous, i’m a fiend, i was born needing that rush
the 4th & goal handoff, the 4th quarter clutch
the “w” means nothing when the world ain’t enough
and that’s how i’m feeling, no apologies
i’m where the tom ford tuxes meet the wallabees
grew up with the murderers, managed to be scholarly
they ducked the first degree while i finished my two honorably
and that’s what’s behind all these bars here
somewhere between the noam chomsky and the nasir
a mix of “black girl lost” and “ladies, throw your br-ssieres!”
james watts, 973, we breed stars here

[hook: navegante]

we’re taking it all the way (repeat 4x)

[bridge: sample]

clap your hands to what he’s doing…clap your hands to what he’s doing… (repeat 4x)

- j a m e s watts

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