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letra de courtside dreams - taelor gray & jonathan baker

[verse: taelor gray]
yeah yeah
what’s up, jb?
i was sitting in the blees with some courtside dreams
cramps in my knees, squinting for the jersey number, player’s from my team
and now i see that owner push a player in his chest
if i’m sitting in here, you might see me swing
military tell you ‘keep the high ground, stay up out them streets’
if you can’t then the call of duty switch to sniper cam
mama told me ‘take the high road’, when they try to play me
i told her ‘yes mama’, but my pride told her ‘maybe’
look, i done seen it happen while we crawling through the mud
couple slugs letting loose, then you crawling through your blood
the enemy ain’t fighting fair, couple sitting ducks
in the mail they hit the down away like my homie aj
yo shouts to cincinnati, i’m a couple hours north
couple decades past, four mics in the source
so how i’m gon’ get my validation?
cos it can’t be the dove awards, that’s like asking double door
finna tell my story though, i’m reckless with the details
i’ve been saving text messages and keeping emails
earth when the fire reasons for me hiding all these secrets
when they rip the curtain back, they gasping at the threesome
look at what they scandalize, the witnesses don’t -n-lyze
no matter what, keep that close watch on the camera guy
they gon’ make us fantasize, can’t n0body vouch for you
cos when you just the camera guy, then you ain’t held accountable
this is just some riddles for the bad computer
adam west as a psychedelic crime fighter finding fact and rumors
maybe absolution, devil tossing demons at you
at the very leash your self-consciousness is screaming at you
that’s the kingdom at you bowing in repentance
i saw his hands stretched up on the beams like a gymnast
that’s forgiveness, let me wrap it with a bow
before the mainstream push it out from every rapper that you know, go
we go, we go
we go, we go
yeah
i was sitting in the blees with some courtside dreams, wishing for a ring
she thought it was a date, but it was really just a fling
all stand for the anthem but i think i’ll take a knee
look i know these owners’ hands ain’t clean
clean king jafar and the king tossing petals while we walking
this is still a school of roses while you mourning that we lost one
you feel how you feel man, there’s nothing left to justify
only question left if it’s content for the public eye
never been accused of selling y’all fantasy
i’ll always get accused of no one understanding me
and now i stand accused of writing from this vanity
and i been watching accusations tossed against my family
with all these moral high grounds, fallen people camouflage
curate all the content then you scr-p it when the camera’s off
now you catching roses in a theater of thespians
first it was that calvinism, now it’s black excellence
but i ain’t stressing it, the angels never sing about me swinging low
a chariot’s the sweetest when i dream about it
oh, that’s dr. martin, we can never fill his shoes
man they had to k!ll a king just so we can see the truth
and i, oh the irony, ebony saving ivory
steadily k!ll belial, the idol is dying violently
it’s so vile, the antidote in the vial
but man is so in denial, that pharaoh was in the nile
yeah, we go, we go
we go, we go
go

- taelor gray jonathan baker

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