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mick jenkins - 2011 lyrics

[verse 1]
yeah, went to school in alabama, met free nation
had the california on me, i think higher education, a sensation
chicago in my body, though, just for your information
i don’t get how y’all see flattery in imitation
i’m something they can’t copy, though
started with the poetry, i just wanted to be popular
and then i got the hoes on me, but that really ain’t spark nothing
then i got some flow in me, and then i threw some art in there
then i put a thousand hours in, then ten thousand hours in
fifty thousand hours in, it was dark in there
always thought that poppin’ sh+t to n+ggas you ain’t know is foolish, like
you don’t talk that code, that system sh+t, you just go do it right
busy playin’ all the angles, still think we congruent, how?
n+ggas booed him, wow, n+ggas cut his time, n+ggas threw him out
valet boutique parley, then the n+ggas missin’ classes, now
i’m rappin’ and my shorty with me plottin’ on a master’s
i’m like, “d+mn”

[chorus]
feet, don’t fail me now
feet, don’t fail me now
did ten thousand hours, feet, don’t fail me now
feet, don’t fail me now
now, now, now, now
[verse 2]
it was 2014 before the waters broke
was pregnant with ideas, callin’ audibles, i didn’t have my
focus down, all a n+gga knew was we had ultra sounds
couldn’t see it clearly, we had hope around and maybe
too much smoke was rollin’ back to back, no questions why it’s hazy
i was stressin’, i was everything but lazy, plenty wrinkles would get ironed out
we was only wrong about the timing like the mayans, n+gga
clearly we not dyin’ out, these ain’t bars we buyin’ out
n+ggas sippin’ spirits, n+ggas vaxin’ mine, n+ggas disappearin’
fifteen seconds on the ‘net with no connection
now you timin’ out, climbed up out a barrel full of crab
feel like everybody rap, can’t give everybody dap
no new affiliates, everybody with me know that low+key, sh+t is serious
only way you hearin’ it is baritone
catch me out in traffic with my b+tch
she got her master’s, gotta buy my masters back
ain’t that some sh+t, my n+gga? d+mn

[chorus]
feet, don’t fail me now
feet, don’t fail me now
did ten+thousand hours, feet, don’t fail me now
feet, don’t fail me now
now, now, now, now

- mick jenkins lyrics

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