Legs lyrics flow by Ed Blackburn Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Hi, hello, it’s Ed and I'm reporting to you
White boy, I'm 5’11”. Well, how do you do
Didn’t know you've got a car, well I’ve had two
And they’ve both been blue, it’s like deja vu
My priority is music, and I prefer it to you
Sub in the back, that’s why I’ve got a boot
In the old car, it’s a hedge I went through
But got another one to be whipping with the crew
We got three in the back, one in the front seat
And me on the right, to make the crew complete
You want your phone on my bluetooth? Bitch please
It’s always my phone, and thе last song was me
I know that you liked it, and well that’s just how it bе
Well the co-owners are DM and EB
With the moves we’re making, nobody can compete
Because we're fire as fuck, where you’re just obsolete
I don’t sit on the throne, I stand on the arm rest
And you don’t fuck with us, 'cause we are the best
But if you wanna collab then just drop us a text
And you can run any beat, as long as you got legs
The words you spit got meaning and you got the flow
Just make sure this is your best shit and it doesn’t get too slow
So get your pen and paper 'cause this beat is ready to go
And our song will be sick, that’s all you need to know
[Verse 2]
Here’s a little tip for when you’re writing your adlibs
You gotta make sure other people think “damn he’s big”
Be able to spit your entire verse backwards
And everything will fall in place, you’ll leave them out of action
But don’t ever think that this shit will come easy
Believe me, you gotta put the in hours to beat me
Like Dylan, man, he’s just chillin’
But when it comes to music he is skillin’ like a villain
And it leaves me cynical
Finna spit a syllable
I’ll kill ‘em all
Well I guess I’m at my pinnacle
Nobody’s fucked with me on the mic
Like Virgin Atlantic, I’m seeing the sights
Close your eyes and believe in the light
And I promise one day it will be your time
I’m waiting here, on the other side
Victory, for you and I
It’s well deserved and I do not lie
But I love you dearly, so do not cry
I’m not talking to you, I’m talking to music
Tryna develop and a talent and use it
Don’t get to me to stop, because I will refuse it
And I don’t give a fuck man, it’s therapeutic
And when recording, you’ve gotta make sure to speak with confidence
Be onto it, to make everybody else sound incompetent
I’m promising, spill out your heart using both your tonsils and
You’ll stay true to yourself, regardless of your consciousness
You gotta get that warm, fuzzy feeling when someone plays your song
Sit back with your arms crossed and watch everyone sing along
Enjoy the moment like it is once in a lifetime
'Cause if it wasn’t for music then shit, I just might die
Hi, hello, it’s Ed and I'm reporting to you
White boy, I'm 5’11”. Well, how do you do
Didn’t know you've got a car, well I’ve had two
And they’ve both been blue, it’s like deja vu
My priority is music, and I prefer it to you
Sub in the back, that’s why I’ve got a boot
In the old car, it’s a hedge I went through
But got another one to be whipping with the crew
We got three in the back, one in the front seat
And me on the right, to make the crew complete
You want your phone on my bluetooth? Bitch please
It’s always my phone, and thе last song was me
I know that you liked it, and well that’s just how it bе
Well the co-owners are DM and EB
With the moves we’re making, nobody can compete
Because we're fire as fuck, where you’re just obsolete
I don’t sit on the throne, I stand on the arm rest
And you don’t fuck with us, 'cause we are the best
But if you wanna collab then just drop us a text
And you can run any beat, as long as you got legs
The words you spit got meaning and you got the flow
Just make sure this is your best shit and it doesn’t get too slow
So get your pen and paper 'cause this beat is ready to go
And our song will be sick, that’s all you need to know
[Verse 2]
Here’s a little tip for when you’re writing your adlibs
You gotta make sure other people think “damn he’s big”
Be able to spit your entire verse backwards
And everything will fall in place, you’ll leave them out of action
But don’t ever think that this shit will come easy
Believe me, you gotta put the in hours to beat me
Like Dylan, man, he’s just chillin’
But when it comes to music he is skillin’ like a villain
And it leaves me cynical
Finna spit a syllable
I’ll kill ‘em all
Well I guess I’m at my pinnacle
Nobody’s fucked with me on the mic
Like Virgin Atlantic, I’m seeing the sights
Close your eyes and believe in the light
And I promise one day it will be your time
I’m waiting here, on the other side
Victory, for you and I
It’s well deserved and I do not lie
But I love you dearly, so do not cry
I’m not talking to you, I’m talking to music
Tryna develop and a talent and use it
Don’t get to me to stop, because I will refuse it
And I don’t give a fuck man, it’s therapeutic
And when recording, you’ve gotta make sure to speak with confidence
Be onto it, to make everybody else sound incompetent
I’m promising, spill out your heart using both your tonsils and
You’ll stay true to yourself, regardless of your consciousness
You gotta get that warm, fuzzy feeling when someone plays your song
Sit back with your arms crossed and watch everyone sing along
Enjoy the moment like it is once in a lifetime
'Cause if it wasn’t for music then shit, I just might die