Jump for X

This be my post modern soul-parody Depressed so I can speak with sincerity My lips is pierced with vodka, true clarity Kicked in the door like J Cole's house apparently You thought the kids that were raising these new blocks Would change the world be the brains, let's walk by 2Pac Instead we talk about nothing but these ooh wops Chasing bread, only focused on making the crew pop Hip-Hop is dead and other mutterings that I stutter I didn't mean it, but I'm scrolling to find Drake baby mother I get restless in the winter, be coked out for the summer I know better like I'm Prezi sucker free raised by my mother Fuck the other side rival gang or parents Let's get lost tonight like we Hov and Ye in Paris Everybody feel the passion Do a dance keep it mashin' Shoo, shoo, shoo House party where I was gassing I know things change If I ever cop a Range I'd let the braids hang So I drive around my city Watch me maintain maybe picking up the pace But we don't change lanes (we can't change lanes) Other side rival gang of parents Let's get lost tonight like we Hov and Ye in Paris Every other side rival gang of parents Let's get lost tonight (tonight tonight) Look at how fast you drink this wine You drink this shit to forget the time (you know) You make it look like it not fine You make it look like it don't fine Only you, only you can know what's on your mind Post Modern on the fax and Melrose It's like your fighting mine If the shoe fits for whom the bell tolls Maybe your wasting all this time Post Modern on the fax and Melrose And it looks so easy If the shoe fits for whom the bell tolls Whoa and it's summoning me (let's get lost tonight) And now we're feeling free And that's all we believe When heroes die time is froze on L.A. streets Never for a second I need Baby you all I need, yeah --- Jump For X - Marc E. Bassy and 070 Shake