1. |
Twist My Brain
04:27
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I’m off the hinges
Whippin’ no engine
I took that last shot
My night has ended
She took that photograph, I told her to send it
I scored the phone number, official friend shit
I bought that two-six loose grip on a booze trip
I dropped the bottle a’int that some bullshit?
Fired up a classic but I ain’t stressing out though
Bank account is crucial when drinking the right amount yo
A sixteen of cider or double of hen rock
Could really use another one as I’m crushing my tenth shot
Then she approached me on the low key with a forty
Eyes wider off the wiser to prepare me for the morning
E.GG’s been drinking too much
E.GG’s been thinking too much
On some real shit I think I shouldn’t link up too much
But my peoples is my fam and my fam is my people’s
Understand that, people’s is my fam that’s my people’s
This day's in the drain, twistin' my brain
Hoping this crash don't split me
I'll probably get by with chalk on my tires
The faster the heavy hits me
I'm probably gonna twist my brain
Stevie started with the Sour Face
The stronger strain got me sitting in a solid state
Saved all the memories from when I was in my happy place
I twist my brain just to make me feel a lil’ okay
And I just have to say expectations are kinda lame
So I'll spend another day on what looks like it wastes my mind away
And you can't really say unless you up inside the game and play
I call my partners, get on the roll, get in the zone and space
I guess what I'm just tryna say
You put the boys inside a boat and we gon’ float away
All while I'm crying steady stressing from growing pains
Also adapting, flipping scripts like every other day
Like excuse me what did you say?
I couldn't hear you with sound of greatness in the way
My mommy taught me how to act properly and clean the plate
But not how to get up when I wake up in a pool of shame
I guess it’s just one of those days
I guess that you could say
This day's in the drain, twistin' my brain
Hoping this crash don't split me
I'll probably get by with chalk on my tires
The faster the heavy hits me
I'm probably gonna twist my brain
Mom and pops hailed they way up from the from hot islands
Rice and peas, canned bully beef kept me surviving
Daddy gone them said he gone a foreign
He left the kids, the dog, everybody crying, stop lying
Bucked up and kept it running like I'm Usain Bolt
I kept the bass pumping
Ensure they gotta chase something
Still eating hard dough bread, real bun and cheese
Smoking herb and on my word no sticks, no seeds
3PEAT guaranteed to give you what you need
From the finest breed, making all your girls suck seed
On from one person many, word to my creed
Yardie born boy, shout out to cousin Steve
I got the Dragon Stout stamina, the girls see me in the sheets
All this rum and too much fun my days complete
Everything was good til my board went in the street
God body rude boy never see defeat
This day's in the drain, twistin' my brain
Hoping this crash don't split me
I'll probably get by with chalk on my tires
The faster the heavy hits me
I'm probably gonna twist my brain
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2. |
Mo' Bing
04:16
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And I'm riding, I’m rolling, I'm coasting
The motion is ocean
And if you wanna see me you can see me
I’m holding something real potent
And I'm about to put it in the air
I ain't playing, ain't never joking
Keep it low key
And I know they wanna know but don't know me
I tell them bing my phone if they want me - woah
I keep it sewn up like a tailor do
Check the khakis with the crease and fold
Innovators so we castin’ the mold and get it
Push it to the limit
Nothing else on mind but clockin’ them digits
Don't want a thing from you
You need to stop frontin’
Now I been toying with the notion of smoking or something
Catch a vibe pass out like it it ain't nothing
I push record and I keep the shit bumpin’
It ain't nothing to keep it bingin’
Don't come to me with the other cold in the summer
Hot as December, but it ain't nothing
My shit got mo’ bing, my shit got mo’ bing
My shit got mo’ bing, my shit got mo’ bing
Hit me on the ring, hit me on the ring
My shit got mo’ bing, it a’int a thing
I been rolling, smoking potent
Steady blowing on the Kush
Burning bush, Jesus walks
Moses coughing of the wood
Lord knows I smoke good
Y'all could see me down south
Baggin’ up on Beresford
Serving work at Hannah's house
Meet over by the curb
I don't do no in and outs
Can't vouch for whatchu heard
Niggas thorough ‘round here
33 and a third, time is ours this year
3PEAT, repeat, 3 times, that's clear
World Series, come get near we
You in presence of a gift
Lose lips sink ships
And I'm tryna stay afloat
Be the man in your boat
Yellow rubbers and coat
I'm ready for a splash
And you ready for a soak
Ring my line for the Pepsi
Little sexy got a ting
Zoot Johnson, Smack Hoppkins
Out here with the bing
Tryna get at whatcha sing
I dunno whatcha saying
Got the shit and it’s banging
If you need to get zing
My shit got mo’ bing, my shit got mo’ bing
My shit got mo’ bing, my shit got mo’ bing
Hit me on the ring, hit me on the ring
My shit got mo’ bing, it a’int a thing
Low rider for your Uber provider
Two and the driver, I’m cooling through fire
Below the heavens, I’m blu with the science
Moving the finest of lucrative diamonds
Grooving through my interpretation of soup in a pyrex
4K at its widest, dishing you visual diets
Forget the ship, I’m canoeing with digital pirates
We do business in private until the masses acquire it
Like god damn, there they go again up to some fly shit
Get yourself a good pill from good folks downstairs
Getting higher from all the piff that we’ve been smoking in here
Dope in this sphere, global poets, through the smoke I appear
Thank my moms, just wanna say I’m really stoked that I’m here
Royal 3 sounding like royalty, pure Canadian soil
We building off vibes, great times and baked eyes
Man you know this ain’t a thing, no this ain’t a thing
I got nothing less than bing, nothing less than bing
My shit got mo’ bing, my shit got mo’ bing
My shit got mo’ bing, my shit got mo’ bing
Hit me on the ring, hit me on the ring
My shit got mo’ bing, it a’int a thing
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3. |
Normal Days
03:07
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Quick question - are you awake?
I been the same, butter and salmon on my plate
Things are fishy call my mans the other day
Hello?
It’s getting risky my mind is going blank
And they know
What’s that?
We gone, came back, new songs, new tracks
This boats and rafts - owwwwww
Basically we wavy
Kapsalon, fried cheese, lettuce, minus the gravy
It’s so crazy
Meet you on the 10th floor
Why is it when I buy less I spend more?
And be on my fly shit but what for?
My momma taught me to hate less and love more
I love you mamma!
I’m in my home pyjamas
Scrambling eggs in a Pyrex like was product
Dress code Wakanda
In a broken Honda
Help, help me Rhonda
Beach-side with ganja
Boyyyyyyy!
Normal days, normal days
They used to feel like normal days
Normal days, normal days
They used to feel like normal days
Streets so hot it turn to water
Days so long I’m dragging shade
Don’t know why I even bother
To keep my mind on getting paid
Everyday’s withering
Wilting since November
All the snakes slithering
If I took a bite I can’t remember
I talk that trippy, let me get sticky with that icky
Blowing lots a funk
I ride wit legal in my trunk
No days are normal
‘Less I'm puffing on that herbal
Get it all my cerebral
Whatchu thinking now?
It's upside down
Best forget your thoughts
Before you over-drowned
Gotta hold it down
‘Cause everyday wont be the same
I think your boy dun gone insane
These ups and downs
Twist and turns
These back and forths
Left and rights
I just want a normal night
Oooh shit
Im feeling the vibe
A night in the street
Yeah it’s almost five
Get me something to eat
And Imma be fine normal a’int new to me
Because Imma get mine
Give me something to see
‘Cause Imma need something for my entertainment
Make a smash with my brothers and a weird arrangement
Make it splash like a puddle and the drip amazing
In a class of another
Never normal, never basic
Normal days, normal days
They used to feel like normal days
Normal days, normal days
They used to feel like normal days
Streets so hot it turn to water
Days so long I’m dragging shade
Don’t know why I even bother
To keep my mind on getting paid
Everyday’s withering
Wilting since November
All the snakes slithering
If I took a bite I can’t remember
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4. |
The Wanna Know
03:22
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Y'all wanna know huh?
What I'm up to where am at, and where I'm going huh?
Who I'm with and who I’m ‘round
We’ll be showing up
Can I get some minutes mine?
All I wanted was time to call my own
Mes toi de tes oignons
Please excuse my French
But mind ya business
I don't need to get a witness
When I’m mixing all the business
Not a peep from the peanut gallery
Keep your two, senseless
And don't worry bout the change I'm making, ay ay
Don’t worry ‘bout the life I’m living
I’m living good and that’s no debate
Tune out the chatter
Imma change the game
Receive the product , split the piñata
Proceed to spark up the yoga flame
Perfect
I really had to hurt ‘em
Step fresh and flex with no muscles exerted
My beeper beepin’
Missed calls from last weekend
I take my time when when I’m up inside the sequence
They wanna know what it is
What’s good, where you been
They wanna know ‘bout my business
How I’m living, ‘bout my digits
They wanna know
They wanna know
Eh yo now that Imma fly guy
And I fly high
Y’all wanna know why
Why I fly by
Is it the smooth rhymes?
Or the new moves?
Eh yo money, it’s gotta be them new shoes
I took a page out that book, you see
The one about you stressing where to look for me
He’s the best, he’s the worst, he’s been gone, but I’m first
Imma keep that way until you finish up your search
Uh oh uh ohhh
Where you been at kid?
Shit ain’t been the same since you been that kid
They wanna interview like the first day of school
But it’s on to the next and that’s true what it do
They wanna know what it is
What’s good, where you been
They wanna know ‘bout my business
How I’m living, ‘bout my digits
They wanna know
They wanna know
They wanna know what it is
What’s good, where you been
They wanna know ‘bout my business
How I’m living, ‘bout my digits
They wanna know
They wanna know
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