Catch Me If You Can - Clear Soul Forces

Hello dear friends, it’s so beautiful up here dear friends, it’s so clean

Yes dear friends there’s no drunk drivers here, no broken glass no air…

Over

One time for the dreamers who said we couldn’t make it

We’ll see you when we see ya, peace!

hey!

Golden ticket in my hand, screaming catch me if you can

And said we couldn’t make it

But we here, I know you feel me knocking

So let me in, they said we couldn’t make it

But we here, I know you feel me knocking

So let me in, it’s like, it’s like

One time for the dreamers who said we couldn’t make it

We’ll see you when we see ya, peace!

Gold ticket in my head screaming catch me if you can

Went from, dreams enormous to vocal cords and bystanding

To kill them all, the syllable sword highlander

my state of mind change

Paper was on the line, became a predator, top of the food chain to competitors

You see us moving through life at the speed of talent

Dark skies where the games aurora borealis shine through

Traveling pavements made a nimbus

A rainy day won’t prevent us from reaching mount Olympus

Had a, different agenda than my crew

I was out of it couldn’t put me in a box, my mind wouldn’t fit inside of it

We all had a dream, I was just dumb enough to follow it

Land of milk and honey, we was lactose intolerant

Pops left me an orphan mama was working so I bottle shit up

Like an assembly line for

Jergens

he!

Now I’m lotion on it

No time to reminisce on what we miss, gotta move

Was hooping till my sneakers had no sole left inside of them

The ball player with a poet living inside of him

Out of him came a beast when instrumentals surrounded him

Wrote it all down, this notebooks where he was hiding them

We give them something they ain’t used to

For the past and presence so they doubt a nigga future

A few fucked with us for we moved up stressed out

Used to take shots, now it’s full cups, what?

I put my problems in the swisher

Burn it down with Eli basment bumping Dilla

A concrete jungle full of silverback gorillas

Get caught slipping 'less you’re mighty Joe Young with em

Tryin to be the Mufasa of the pad pen and

Lyin if they saying they lions they macmillan

Coming up I had a couple friends that I was poorer than

Wrote raps, words never lack like misfortunate

This shit is for the rich and not the talented

Money talk to can’t say jack like wheel of fortune spins

I’mma grind until I’m coffined in and just let the rest rest

Yes, it’s for the dreamers

I’m probably in poverty cause all my teachers lied to me

Spreading, promoting monotony, never about the economy

A fallacy, in high school never mimic reality

Rope-a-dee-dope on us put all that liquor in our guts

Somebody oughta tell em if we’re broke and fucked up

Than that’s more reason for us to be high and coked up what?

Who got the lighter I’m sort of a genius writer

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side of fighter, dropping bombs like striker

I strike 'em then I hit the pads like I was a beast

With that Dilla vibe banging on this MPC

Smacking these ladies tails with my brain flood the game

Then push a Mercedes wheel, call it a king’s tale

Terrific get to rapping and incredibly rip shit

Into micro little bits you bithces can never see it

From Sicily to the beaches of Saudi Arabian?

We got you the Motor City soul, this is how the story goes