Southpaw from Gone Fishing by Weston
Tracklist
| 2. | Southpaw | 2:25 |
Lyrics
I’ve been stuck in solitude
I’ve been missing marks and all I had to do was follow through
Uh yea
Call a few, people I’d be honored to
Hit me on my celly we can meet up at the rendezvous
Bounce, get together think it’s time for us to get out of the house
Need some exercise cuz all I’ve been running’s my mouth
What is that about y’all
Came from up north but I wrote this with my southpaw
Motherfuck a down fall
When it falls down
I’m in that studio like town hall
That’s my jurisdiction to christen rhythm and sound off
Reckoned it was time to
This is the announcement
Time flies but on top of that it’s doin round trips
You should cop a ticket
You should get you one
They're going out quick, if you quit it
You’re gonna miss the fun
Oh well
Fair well
Too bad for you
Life isn’t over it’s just been out on sabbatical
Ship sailed
Hop off of that bitch like call me Ishmael
I just think it’s funny they don’t think their shit smells
I guess jealously and greed never really mixed well
Gotta tell em
Ship, sailed
You had the chance
But you had to take the wave to avoid the avalanche
Now they’re waving at ya
Like, fair well
I might come back from the trip like call me Ishmael
Baby I’ve been out at sea yea, I started fishing
And wrote a biography yea, like charles dickens
Not a worry in the world but I knew the clock was ticking
I just had to get replenished ah
Hold up wait a minute ah
Start the whip and rev it
Then you can roll the credits
Like we’re sitting in the cinema
My girl’s cheeks are rosy and she’s working like a riveter
You should check the temperature
On my p’s and q’s but I ain’t doing no trivia
Family might be feuding
Working on interluding
I’m drawing out the conclusion
Really stopping illusion
Forget about confusion
I just gotta keep it moving
Like you crossed the water and started puffing a cuban
Gotta tell em ship, sailed
Adios, and it might take a while but at least we getting close
Everyday ends so before I’m comatose
Keep the highest of the hopes before it turns to a hoax
Now we’re waving ship sailed
Now we’re gone like ship sailed
Ship sailed
Salute to em all like farewell
Oh well
Credits
Written & Produced by Michael Weston Slutz
Mixed/Mastered by Carmine Prophets








