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Lizzo - I Still Love Her Lyrics

[Verse 1 - Greg Grease]
They say it's your religion
I say it's flow precision
Yo, my vision's on forefathers who make role decisions
The catacombs imprisons
Graves where soul's are livin'
The past ways and fast days
I remember I was a youngsta
Pops bumpin' Busta with Dilla
The Tribe and the village from the slums really was the
Jam in the pam that caddy man would muster
Put me on that realness, the realest so revealin'
Graph life, be boy, I had to get my feelin'
Turntables cuttin', spinnin', ruckus in the building
Brake beats, scrape knees, groovin' in the basements
Written demonstrations of how ill you could slay it
Dangerous displays of spectacular arrangements
The life of a city kid caught up in the Matrix
Where younga's leave you faceless for the price of a bracelet
Or maybe even less depending on what his age is
I keep tombs to maintain my cool
Life sauna where the heat blaze, you can't escape the dooms
Soundwaves feel great when the 808 booms
Temporarily forget you problems, solve 'em with the long roots

[Hook - Lizzo & Greg Grease] x2
Let's take it back, let's take it back
Banging on desks and in home rooms
Can't you feel that kick? (Kick)
Boom (Boom)
Kick (Kick)
Boom (Boom)
Salute the crew where we roll through, makes moves with the pro tools
Let's take it back, let's take it back
Banging on desks and in home rooms
Can't you feel that kick? (Kick)
Boom (Boom)
Kick (Kick)
Boom (Boom)
Back in the days of the old school, the places we all grew
[Verse 2 - Greg Grease]
When you live on cloud nine, you can't see the time fly
Make me sip this cyanide, demons stickin' slick disguise
Air roids synthesize, funky minds goin' hindsight
Blinded by the bright lights, the fake props and high fives
Sneak thieves get pigs feet and wigs leap
Chins checked and limbs stressed as friends flee
Stolen identity, Uncle Tom and artillery
I'm never sunnin' that's not built to me
As I proceed, verbal telepathy
Elevate your mental, my soul controls weaponry
Chasin' fat residual, relax and take heed
Grammar so glamorous, elaborate flow sweet
These small heads, macho, I'm honcho, the cold cheese
Better bring a poncho, I'm drowning these hoes deep
My brain is steady scheming, I never can go to sleep
Bred to be a beast, you fightin' them low key
You stuntin' them old sneaks
I'm blowing that OG
Reluctant to roll deep
Cause' they puffin' the whole tree
My crew brings the whole cool like an AC unit
In the sun, by the shade, in the way we do it

[Outro - Lizzo] x2
Never knew that weed would take us this far
We just wanna live in the sky with the stars
Who dropped juice, we dropped juice
Who dropped juice, we dropped juice