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K.A.A.N. - Miss It All
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➥ Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
You're too concerned with the who’s-who and what's-what
The come down is like a crash, call that blue crush
I'm cool, coached with these flows, I’m too clutch
These boys relying on gimmicks, they need a new crutch
See, once the high wears off, you'll find your wherewithal
And realize that you was never really there at all
In due time this darkness'll turn to light, dog
The crowd gone, they about to turn the lights off
I been moving too long
I been thinking too much
I'm workin' smarter, not harder, that's how I still approach it
The ups and downs and the intricacies, I really know it
This shit is deeper than you think, deeper than you know
Deeper than the deepest depths that you could ever go
You get a million "no"s before they finally open up the fuckin' door
And see this shit for what it is, but you ain't even want it

[Chorus]
The lights, the lights
So high, so high
They shine, they shine
So bright, so bright
Don’t go too fast or close your eyes
You’ll miss it all, miss it all
Doing too much
You're supposed to take your time
Get too close and you could lose your mind
Close your eyes and it could all pass you by
The lights, the lights
Just take your time
You could blink and it could all pass you by
Life goes on in due time
It gets hard to block it out but we try
Silence now

[Verse 2]
Isolation is a potent motivator
It’s funny when the only one that you can talk to is the pen and paper
Creative outlets ain't that creative
It's too much going on in your mind, it ain't that spacious
It’s no room
Overwhelmed and consumed
Baskin' in your misery
Watchin' life go by
Wishin' it was different
Your intuition kickin' in but you ain't even listenin'
Hard to see the future when you can't even envision it
Life's a marathon, not a short race
Try to keep a steady pace
Don't worry about first place
Don't worry about accolades
Don't think about recognition
Try to find some self-belief amongst all the grief
Peace of mind is not enough when you want more than you have
Try loving yourself, see that's all that you have
Validation ain't much, you might feel good for a month
The happiness dries up, and then you feel washed up
I suggest that you wise up
I know the truth taste bitter
I know the lies taste sweet
But all that shit artificial
If you like it, I love it
If denial's what you covet
The delusion is covered
Shit, you know that well
Gonna swim in that river
You won't be by yourself
Know the water is shallow, you'll never drown in it
Don't spend every minute trying to uphold an image
That ain't worth upholding, bring you closer to closure
Oh no

[Chorus]
The lights, the lights
So high, so high
They shine, they shine
So bright, so bright
Don't go too fast or close your eyes
You'll miss it all, miss it all
Doing too much
You're supposed to take your time
Get too close and you could lose your mind
Close your eyes and it could all pass you by
The lights, the lights
Just take your time
You could blink and it could all pass you by
Life goes on in due time
It gets hard to block it out but we try
Silence now

[Outro]
Yeah, hold on Jack, I'm on the phone
Yeah, listen, I was thinkin', that motherfucker, K.A.A.N., man
Is exactly that, a conman
I let this nigga borrow 12 dollars from me
Do I have my 12 dollars? No
Do I have my CD player? No
This nigga borrows shit and don't give it back
And he owe me the money!
When I catch thi- listen- and fuck- and I'm tired of niggas sayin' this nigga from D.C too
Man, I don't think he from D.C, that nigga looks Panamanian, B
He look like he's from Honduras or some shit like that, don't let him fool you
His hairs growin' and shit, look at his hair
Check it out!
Yeah, hold o- hold on

K.A.A.N. - Recipie
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➥ Lyrics:

[Chorus]
Don't throw off my energy, you killing my high
They want the recipe, my slice of the pie
Said I’ll let 'em rest in peace, before I divide
What's mines is mine, from nine to nine
I get up and cook like I’m Emeril Lagasse
Flow like a river, it run like a faucet
I'm in my element, nigga you lost it
I'm on my ship, my nigga you off it
I play the field like I'm Kenny Lofton
You got that backwards, that's some Kriss Kross shit
I've been on point, yeah that's some Chris Paul shit
I paid the price, I know what the cost is

[Verse 1]
I play the post like I'm Shaq in Orlando
I BMX when I flex with no handles
My backbone straight, you can see what I stand for
I dropped a bomb on the bitch like a anvil
Guess I got sick of this shit, it’s a landfill
Nobody move till I say, that’s a standstill
They yelling Boom By Yay, feel like the man there
I take my pride and what they take for granted
Call me the champ, bitch I feel amped
I'm in the game, you in the stands
I took a shot, I took a chance
You throw a stone then hide your hand
Why you play it how you play it?
Why you do it how you do it?
Why you movin’ how you movin'?
Man these motherfuckers clueless
Niggas ain't made it
I need hits like a writer, fist full of paper
Niggas ain't jaded
Yeah this shit look crazy, been sedated here lately
Tryna upgrade it, trying my patience, tryna be gracious
Vision like Lasik, niggas so basic
We not adjacent, don’t come around

[Chorus]
Don't throw off my energy, you killing my high
They want the recipe, my slice of the pie
Said I'll let 'em rest in peace, before I divide
What's mines is mine, from nine to nine
I get up and cook like I'm Emeril Lagasse
Flow like a river, it run like a faucet
I'm in my element, nigga you lost it
I'm on my ship, my nigga you off it
I play the field like I'm Kenny Lofton
You got it backwards, that's some Kriss Kross shit
I've been on point, yeah that's some Chris Paul shit
I paid the price, I know what the cost is

[Verse 2]
I gotta move, gotta pick it up
No we don't do the particulars
No I don't smile for the cameras
Tell 'em bet it back and raise the ante up
Tell 'em take a page out of my manuscript
You're [?] with it, I can't handle it
Niggas A.I, this shit artificial
They gon' play dumb when we got an issue
But I will leave a fuck nigga flustered
Can't catch up with what you muster
Kinda more than off, I'ma bust first
I don't do the rumors, fuck what you heard
Got my hands dirty 'cause I do work
Kept it straight and steady, nigga you swerve
Hit the light switch, yeah I might bitch
Blow the building up like I'm ISIS
Run a clean route, Jerry Rice shit
Put the whole game in my vices
Niggas been known I'm decisive
Call me Phil Jack with an icepack
Run a play, ride it, run it right back
In the same night, how you like that?
Callin' out numbers, Pat Sajak
Feeling like Diddy telling 'em "take that, take that"
You can have it when I'm finished
My shit real, authentic
Your shit fake, augmented
My status eminent
My feet set lil nigga
Get what you get, you get it?
Really don't make no difference
Bitch don't come 'round

[Chorus]
Don't throw off my energy, you killing my high
They want the recipe, my slice of the pie
Said I'll let 'em rest in peace, before I divide
What's mines is mine, from nine to nine
I get up and cook like I'm Emeril Lagasse
Flow like a river, it run like a faucet
I'm in my element, nigga you lost it
I'm on my ship, my nigga you off it
I play the field like I'm Kenny Lofton
You got it backwards, that's some Kriss Kross shit
I've been on point, yeah that's some Chris Paul shit
I paid the price, I know what the cost is