Sanctuary

Lyrics for Sanctuary

One, one, one, one, yeah You know what I'm sayin' The tax on my shoes cost more than ya clothes I'm lookin' for beats, while y'all lookin' for hoes Am I opposed to that practice? Never But I'm a Fender Rhodes scholar Studio musician not a studio gangsta I entice with mic and beat devices, while y'all niggas Giving clerks the beat list, driving up the record prices The main reason for you pre-life crisis Is the fact that y'all ain't first with the facts of who the nicest I do drugs, I'm the nigga that bugs A.K.A. Count Bass, 32 length, and 32 waist Nothin' but talent up top money That's what you get from me A ill rhyme and a quality beat Solid, production is my function Whether sober, or stoned, drunk I got the funk, for walkmans and trunks For wild niggas and punks For weed fiends that spark It's traditional rap music created in the park It's like that and, that and, that, that, that That, that, that, that, that, that, and It's like on, on, on, on, on Ayo, Orville Redenbacher got the dopest microwave popcorn Uh, it's like that and we out Me and Pocket up in here in Murphysboro, peace