Euphoria

Yeah... take me back, it's like them... them old feelings You feel me Chasing it Yeah..." Euphoria Remember days it was more to than lust Twenty-eight to three, the score was up Extra wing in the box, it was more for lunch Cousin pulling up, nigga it was 4 of us Isabella was my foreign crush Jamming No Ceilings in the morning rush Got her kissing on my thighs and my hair start to rise Got my eyes in the back of my head like that morning flush Woah woah woah I know ain't no way Lord I know ain't no way I know I done prayed for days Obviously I am not the same I'm taking shots like I'm at the range Obama '08, they screaming for change Times when them fruit ain't have to be strange When scrapes on your knees was the worst of your pain Live in the moment, you own it You dive in the passion, the heart of March madness They tip toe over on the tip line They causing that static, the shock was not average You get that ass whooped, Joe Jackson Been whooping that ass, Steph Jackson Been Saving these hoes like I am the Jet Said they putting Tubman on Jacksons "Tears and a bucket" the heart of the adage Catholic school days, a part of the masses Trapped in the closet, the talk of the classes Cole dropped The Warm Up confirmed its a classic Sausage McGriddles get bust down in traffic Uniform Dickies the stars of the fashion Burberry seats and the rims with the waxing Jordan's were cheaper but them niggas taxing, uh (Appreciate your past because it Let's you know that you're present And the gift of life is still the greatest of presence I keep my hands together in reverence Euphoric feelings got me chasing my adolescence The purest soul unscarred and drowning in these blessings A Divine soul) The Son of King, I got love for the peasants Make sure you still serve them with passion And if you got it, there's no reason to be lacking The world is abstract, take a look at your canvas Deep in your soul is where you find answers Ancestors were the first planters Thorns or the gold either way they had to answer Perception is key to the art of nostalgia The roars of a lion's the sound of the power You get higher for hours Chasing the purest desires No more tread on the tires You burning your pain in the bluntest of fires Yeah Soul