Adolescent Lyrics by Jay Worthy
(Feat. George Clinton, LNDN DRGS, Curren$y)
Speaking in tone
Reading from the tree of knowledge
Beware of the breadcrumbs that lead you where you’re coming from
(That lead you to where you’re coming from)
Digitizing biology, DMT (DMT)
What is it doing here in the tree of life on your brain? (In the brain)
The manifestation of knowledge, speaking in tone
DeLorean, baby, ’86 to be exact
Atomic Dog got the trunk shakin’
Ain’t no future and you’re frontin’, now you pump-fakin’
I’m patched in, P-funk sanctioned
Thirty-somethin’ and still gangbangin’ (Still hangin’)
And I’m not changin’ (Never change)
If you not from this, you probably hatin’
I chose my own path and I made it
Posted on park benches and gettin’ faded (Drinkin’ lean)
Now I pull up in Rolls-Royces and Maybachs (Skrrt)
The killers I roll with got no face tats (Uh)
Dead homies in walls and mortuaries on Florence Ave, but it’s Rosecrans
Since [?][1:04], choosin’ fee up a hundred grand
Aw, damn (Aw, damn), shit, I’m back in the land (Yeah, yeah)
Where it’s tree by the eighth and powder by the gram
And if you poppin’ them Perkies, you gotta holler at Matt (Dog, dogs)
Huh
DNA chain, Cuban with the frozen rain
Drippin’ Dippin’ Dots, my Impala got that candy paint champagne
I ain’t been in the booth in minute, I’m knee-deep in it
Eastside corner bender, gold Daytona spinnin’
They don’t remember meetin’ you ever, so you become a memory, fella
Ancient history, unsolved mystery
The sleeves on my work shirt sharp than a rose thorn, sticky
I scooped her in the Rolls-Royce
She say she had too much clothes on, she bein’ silly
Baby, hold on, heated steering wheel when it’s chilly
Rollin’ through the killing fields, still large livin’
Lied if they ever say they they did it how I did it
Higher than the air condition vents, I’m in the building
Talkin’ to the bitch, we was buildin’
Suckers in the game keep reappearin’
I got somethin’ for them sucker niggas
Chandeliers in the Lincoln, that’s the homie pimpin’
Follow me in my Impala on the money mission, still gettin’ it
The molecule DMT randomly speaking in tone
The matrix-coded language
Creating your own connection to the creator
Gravitational shift, thing of word processing
Mistaking metaphors for reality
And virtual as the proof, a potent weapon of speech
Speaking in tone
