Down by the Water - Ocie Elliott

I just think timin' is everything Like nigga, this it, this, this one right here That ain't easy Stay motivated, stay inspired I owe it to myself, stay down on it And it ain't been hard throughout the journey It's been a journey Ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh Hey-ayy-ah Hello, hello my niggas Hello and hello my niggas Please keep it mellow, my niggas I'm sippin' yellow, my nigga You itchin' and twitchin', and glitchin', my nigga Listen, my nigga (Shh) Snakes in your circle and them bitches hissin', my nigga My nigga don't listen One thing I hate 'bout my nigga So I just pray 'bout my nigga Nigga, it's hard Niggas done gave up on God Maybe God gave up on us Maybe She angry we worshippin' all these False idols so devils just prayin' on luck This for the junkie, the fiend and the loser Prayin' to God in the back of a cruiser I pray that prison can cure your addiction And devil's affliction don't hurt you no more Needin' no reason, but I'll let you know I was so young when I stood at that store That I did not know that the money you paid me Was meant for your babies, and now they just poor It was just business, my nigga I am not vicious, my nigga I had no vision, my nigga I wanted Gucci and Fendi, my nigga Gucci, Givenchy, my nigga But no, know them crackers ain't love us, my nigga All of them crackers said fuck us, my nigga Mad 'cause they women in love with the god They fuck us and suck us, and love us, my nigga Back to the trap, back to the Dickies and buffs Lookin' like I drive a truck Fuckin' my bitch Shit, better be rich She buy a new bag of weed Goddamnit, I don't understand it But if she's an addict, this Gucci purse gon' get her geeked Thick with an ass She is as bad as [?] Pretty as Coretta Scott All that I got She got the face of a model She got the heart of Asada She from the gutter, my nigga Wife and a mother, my nigga Winnin' together, my nigga Free Leonard Pelletier, my nigga, Obama Please free our mama, my nigga Asada, my nigga Peace to Mutulu, my nigga Heart of a Zulu, my nigga Free Larry Hoover, my nigga Free Jeff Fort, my nigga Fuck all the courts, my nigga Movin' like Malcolm and Martin, and King Lift every voice, this the song that I sing Born in the womb of a beautiful teen I am a beautiful, wonderful thing I am a king, my woman's a queen Master of hearts, say that we are the God I stand it hard like John Henrik Clarke Even of my days of whippin' it hard I'll tell the devil that black man is God Keepin' it player, just playin' my part Lean on my demon and post [?] Jewelry all gleamin' like Rakim Allah My Eric B. is my nine in the car You try to [?] me, get nine in your jaw Bless all the felons that handled it raw Fuck all the tellers that ran to the law (Hey) Watch out for the hitters with sticks in the car My name is Michael, on down by law Won't You help us so hardly, Father? (Holy Father) Like I could show with the mother (I wish I was your mamma) Like nobody's gonna live forever, and neither have I Two shots for the city that raised me (Atlanta, Georgia) Thanks for the praise that you gave me (Something for ya) Because without it, nobody would've known that I was even alive I'm down This shit is so Atlanta Down by law

All alone It was always there you see And even on my own It was always standing next to me I can see it coming from the edge of the room Creeping in the streetlight Holding my hand in the pale gloom Can you see it coming now? Oh, I think I'm breaking down again Oh, I think I'm breaking down All alone Even when I was a child I've always known There was something to be find You know that I can see you coming from the edge of the room Creeping in the streetlight Holding my hand in the pale gloom Can you see it coming now? Oh, I think I'm breaking down again Oh, I think I'm breaking down All alone On the edge of sleep My old familiar friend Comes and lies down next to me And I can see you coming from the edge of the room Smiling in the streetlight Even with my eyes shut tight I still see you coming Oh, I think I'm breaking down again Oh, I think I'm breaking down again Oh, I think I'm breaking down again Oh, I think I'm breaking down

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour