Go marching in (marching in) Yes, I want to be in that number When the Saints go marching in Sisters and brothers This is reverend Satchmo gettin' ready to beat out this mellow sermon for you My text this evenin's "When The Saints Go Marching In" Here

Float away, float away, float away-ay-yeah Ain't no way, ain't no way you can go back Smashing, watch the glass fly We're frozen in this moment Damn, this is not alright How the fuck I end up on the other side of life? No more hangin' with my friends, no

Your friend was prayin On our downfall baby Swear she was waitin I know I more than fucked up Now I feel stupid Why would I do this She smiling in your face She ain't know no better but I did Poor decision making for the kid

B- boys makin' with the freak freak Putting song together ain't no puzzle like yahtzee Sending this out to k-rob and rahmalzee Let me introduce myself on this cut I'm Adrock, I'm lit like a motherfuck Well, I'm brewing up rhymes like I was using a still

Bad bitches is the only thing that I like Cups with the ice and we do this every night I ain't check the price (I got it) I make my own money so I spend it how I like I'm just living life And let my momma tell it nigga I ain't living right (nope) I ain't

We ran them racks up in the basement, we ain't have no cable Buy every bando on the dead end, we ain't got no neighbors Pulled up sippin' on drank (Drank) Told 'em that I quit but I can't (I can't) I just ran through a whole pint (Whole pint) Add a whole

In this American dream Well I guess it all depends on you Don't tell me that the sky is the limit 'Cause it ain't about what you can do It's a who knows who And your views They say the sky is the limit They said the sky is the limit And your views (in

(Express yourself!) (Go on and do it) Yo man there's a lot of brothers out there Flaking and perpetrating but scared to kick reality Man, you been doing all this dope producing You ain't had a chance to show 'em what time it is So what you want me to do?

Hol' up (Hol' up) hol' up (Hol' up) Yeah, big shit poppin', everybody watchin' I wrote this record while thirty thousand feet in the air Stewardess complimentin' me on my nappy hair When you do it like this, nigga, losin' ain't an option If I can f-ck

So let's, romance, yo stance, on me Take off, yo pants, cancel yo plans I ain't understand, you want a man To be ya friend, you need this shirt Feel you need some validation Ooh, mm, mhmm Make up your mind, I ain't the type to blow up your line