Coffee from Gone Fishing by Weston

So please just spare me with the courtesies
I was working on worry free
That’s just where my head is at of currently
And we all want a purpose but ain’t searching with no urgency
Til that tide was turning and we burdened with emergency
Been defeated by doubt
Been indecent with love
I run away from the shouts
Now everybody just shove
You don’t do it for the clout
Tell em he getting shunned
Everybody wanna be big
But no one rapping like Pun
I’m taking it as it come
Keep with the moderation
This the trail of crumbs
Humble as the beginning
Of pap’s stories of ages
Told me he was just twelve, chewing on Copenhagen
Young man in the making
I could hear him say

I guarantee that that’s a life you didn’t know boy
I swear to god, I got a story I could tell you
We were some kids with our backs against the wind
Working hard, using every single limb
Waking up in the morning
Getting dropped of at school in the jalopy
That was gammie and poppy’s
Family was the posse
Everything you worried bout, I couldn’t ever copy
In this life you got lucky
Wake up and smell the coffee

In the cup I just sip it
In the cut I been scribbling
Fortunate as the sun
And finally it has risen
And he told me not to trip
You just gotta make sure you driven
The odds were not in my favor
Now your coffee got flavor
To the hard work they catered
I’m bugging like a cicada
The longest nights of the labor
But victory never greater
When it’s earned
In return
For the blood on your sleeve
The tears in your eyes
And it’s all for your seed
So

Imma see to it that I get it in my own way
Fact over the fiction I don’t like pulp in my OJ
Okay, he’s different
Finally broke the tradition
One thing to wish it
Another one to go get it
I don’t tip toe
I don’t take it lightly
I just move with a light speed
But keep a second to sight see
Tell em that you might sight me
Stepping back and taking it all in
Then right back to the brawl
Sorry for stalling
I pack my bags and I left
To the fam I’m in debt
I been trying to make it fresh cuz I’m worried that unimpressed
I just know I’m pressed til it turn it into presto
Get it off my chest, guess you know how the rest go
But couldn’t say my idle hands helped me to lay low
But damn to be the man you gotta plan to fandango
It takes two to tango
To make it, it takes a lot
Chip off the old block
And I owe it all to pap
He said

I guarantee that that’s a life you didn’t know son
I swear to god, I got a story I could tell you
We were some kids with our back against the wind
Working hard using every single limb
And waking up in the morning
Getting dropped off at school in the jalopy
That was gammie and poppy’s
Family was the posse
Everything you worried bout
I couldn’t ever copy
In this life you got lucky
Wake up and smell the coffee

And I could hear it like
(Ouuuu-Ahhhh)
We got a lot to do
So get that coffee brewed
(Ouuuu-Ahhhh)
We got a lot to do
So get that coffee brewed
Mike
(Ouuuu-Ahhhh)
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Cuz you know we got a lot to do
Get that coffee brewed

• Hip Hop
• Hip-Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Rap
• underground hip hop
• Nashville