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crown city collective - elwood flow lyrics

[hook: nw, pc]
and i say, hey! what a wonderful kind of day
where you can learn to work and play
and get along with each other

[verse 1: nw]
i bring it in for my rap verse – stay positive, love first
keep an optimistic mindset, never worse
i know you’re missing my style, but don’t thirst
i’ll be right back with the mad fat stacks and i’ll
take a breather, and let you cope
’cause i can see ya hiding underneath a dark cloak
too scared to live, cause life’s got cha by the throat
force fed reality until it makes you choke
so step back from the larger picture
embrace whatcha got and love whatcha given
’cause life is for living, and feelings are for feeling
so if you’re feeling what i’m feeling then there’s nothing for concealing
it’s a beautiful summer day outside
let the sun rays hit you, and feel alive
cause i’m a homerun hitter and i always strive
to hit the floor hard and feel alive for the first time
prime; i’m ringing like a gold bell
’cause we all know that all’s well that ends well
but if you’re waiting for the end for everything to unfold
your life will p-ss you right by – case closed
pinnochio; no lies
fabio; look me in the eyes
no surprise you probably caught me at my finest
tiniest truths still hurt – so what, try this
empirical nature, advanced nomenclature
you’re stuck in a rut, i wish that i could save ya
and so i’ll try, just listen to my music
absorb positivity, but also diffuse it
and get along with each other – that’s all i ask
like i said, life’s for living, so have a blast
let what happened before stay in the past
and let’s get phil on the track

[hook]

[verse 2: pc]
you know it’s just that kind of day, man
kids are setting up their lemonade stands
i got a bottle and a jay up in the same hand
i see a dimmer summer sun through my ray bans
tan sand turning gray where the waves land
man, i’m spitting like a spray can spits mist
effortless, mind ascending like a precipice
try to intrude my alt-tude – that’s a desperate wish
name remains endangered but my style’s on a separate list
i only own it like an “s” with an apostrophe
no apologies or cause for a catastrophe
radiating light so bright even a bat could see
got the bees’ knees weak like it’s atrophy
they’re after me
this is not a no-fly-zone
ace giving facetime like an iphone
got ’em jealous ’cause my aura glows a brighter tone
i got you second hand high on my vibes alone
swap talking shop, feeling top notch
skipping school like it’s hopscotch
you couldn’t get better timing with a stop watch
the air so electric it could shock and make your heart stop
two thumbs up in the ink blot
if the topic was psychology
advising you abide by my positive philosophy
like socrates i recommend you follow me
mol-sses ain’t got nothing on my flow and its viscosity
impossibly an oddity but odds are noone’s onto me
rheology takes knowledge and velocity
so the moral of the oral story if you missed it like a free throw:
“good mood mixed with a little bit of ego”
we know everybody everywhere that we go
chilling like we’re cooler than the air when it’s zero
flying higher than the spire of a citadel
and you can bet a dime that we’re sittin’ well

[hook]

[verse 3: jt]
i get along with these manifold life forms
starting each day, clean slate like a white board
drawing our h-llo’s and goodbyes, good vibes and good times
that’s what’s keeping me alive, yeah
you gotta listen to your heart
listen to the beat
gotta feel the rhythm like the kitchen feels the heat, got a repeat
take a seat, i baked potatoes and the meat
verses burstin’ flowing over; bon appet-t
concrete concept, reconcile enemies
friends for seven miles, got ’em rank and file mentally
sending me off in a private jet, full dining set
n0body whining, “hey, are we there yet?”
extra! extra! gazettes for a quick look
fresh-pressed lessons stacked thicker than a textbook
encyclopedias – you’re not even reading them
the media force feeding ya criteria
so open up your eyes
and open up your ears
accelerate your mind, but let your heart steer, full gear
you’re the legend to your vessel so you better steer clear
of the boardwalk properties – this is not monopoly
discovering another way for stopping this monotony
but not spotting blind odds on the lottery
i’ve won with camaraderie
we all got a bond like we’re connery
got my family, friends, and god beside of me
it’s kind of like astronomy, wishing on a star
i’ll live with what i got instead of shooting too far
mars – galaxies away, constellate equuleus
no colts just luck and i’m feeling this, i’m stealing this
spotlight, i reside in the limelight
hooked y’all, look ma – no stage fright
i got you captive in a cage all night
i p-ss the mic to jack swag; torch light

[verse 4: jw]
what an awesome day, i feel so blessed
hold hands, walk to school, get an a-plus on the test
and i’m looking my best
goals so high, expect nothing less
y’all should confess, i’ll teach you a lesson
flush out your c0ke, toss away your smith and wesson
i’m not guessing, yo little boy, i know
i would not be up for getting down with a hoe
but i still have the mic control
walking the path of my spirit and my soul
i was once told find the power within
search for nirvana let the joy flow in
take me on a spin
let the wind blow on my chinny-chin yo, like a happy hobo
feel so nice – i smile, grin
clearly this is what it feels like to win, right?
take a flight from your plight
toss your problems in the air with all your might might like a dike
and i’m psyched; psycho, all day and night
i don’t ride a bike, i ride a motherguffing trike
be happy, be smart, be brave, behave
triplet flow rise zombies from graves
one way, i play, i say
i don’t give a guff if i’m called insane, but
don’t you dare go criticize
if you don’t know my life, don’t say lies
ah, sigh, gonna make me die
rock to the reggae rhythm you will be fine
like an inline drive going all to the gate
they say patience is a virtue – wait
i know i made you feel great
let’s go -ss-ssinate the hate

[hook]

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