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mick jenkins – jazz lyrics

[produced by ongaud]
[directed by nathan r. smith]

[intro]
drink more water … or you might die

[verse 1]
seven nine, king drive, you can picture me rollin’
bending corners we was headed to the rasta
n-gga been blessed but a n-gga been sick
and a n-gga been stressed, so f-ck it i’m a doctor
self medicated, ginger ale in the champagne flutes
and i ain’t celebratin’
just cooking up crack
where presentation’s everything tell ‘em wait ’til i plate it
patience, i’m faded, like outdated denim
hearin’ it like this ‘bout as rare as cicadas
the boy got some miles davis in him, talkin’ all that jazz
telling all that truth, n-gga talk your sh-t
better watch your mouth, better watch your back
better choose the right way on some fork in the road sh-t
and, of course, the path less traveled
f-ck i look like followin’ your footsteps?
don’t fumble, cause this ain’t sunday football
i ain’t at home with a footrest
in fact i’m in front of the back of your head
but i’m coming from behind, better look left
look left like where the f-ck is he?
you got time on your head, boy
you got time on your head like you wearing buck fifty
do it so clean but it’s still so filthy, f-ck with me
cause you already know you f-ck n-ggas
really can’t really talk with me

[hook]
talking all that jazz, talking all that jazz
telling all that truth, n-gga talk your sh-t
n-gga talk your sh-t
talking all that jazz, talking all that jazz
telling all that truth, n-gga talk your sh-t
n-gga talk your sh-t
talking all that jazz, talking all that jazz
telling all that truth, n-gga talk your sh-t
n-gga talk your sh-t
talking all that jazz might get you popped
but i ain’t gonna stop don’t a-s-k
until i’m in a white drop top with a smile on my face
and a hand in the air like jfk

[verse 2]
wait, all in your steam better known as a hotbox
crack rocks in a square, better known as block
impaired tryna’ move; that’s hopscotch
unfair one leg is a h-ll of a c-ck block
my n-gga, what an anomaly
my n-gga look at the world, my n-gga what a monopoly
drop tops in the hood, and they’re sitting on 22’s
n-gga still on section 8 though
tricking on the low for a ho n-gga
mama at the crib trying to stretch a couple pesos
couldn’t paint a pretty picture with the tears and her makeup
better get maaco, makeovers help n-ggas make money
but i’ma always talk that james moody
most rappers these days is actors
and i can’t keep watching the same movie
these n-ggas keep sharing the same models and these models act like they ain’t groupies
i ain’t stupid, talking duke ellington, count basie, monk and dave brubeck
i ain’t stupid, talking too eloquent
i ain’t stutter, my n-gga i ain’t ruben
ginger ale for the hoes in champagne flutes
tell one of them come pour me a gl-ss
she don’t act up, she can get this truth
tell her -ss read that while i roll this joint
n-gga trying to relax, ’cause the sh-t don’t stop
i ain’t trying to relapse, to that whack bullsh-t,
n-ggas better evac when i drop
cause i swear that this black man ain’t gon’ stop
talking all that jazz

[outro]
that coltrane, that charlie parker, that charles mingus
that frank sinatra
talking all that jazz, talking all that jazz
that coltrane, that charlie parker, that charles mingus
that frank sinatra
talking all that jazz, talking all that jazz

- mick jenkins lyrics

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