Groove - Myke Bogan, KAZADI, Blossom

I just wanna groove

But my thoughts gettin in my way

I just wanna groove

With a chalice and a backwood

I just wanna groove

But my thoughts gettin in my way

I just wanna groove

But my thoughts gettin in my way

I just wanna groove

With a chalice and a backwood

I just wanna groove

But my thoughts gettin in my way

Yo, I need to be less passive but reacting off emotion to everything that is

said about me

That has control of my destiny, and thats fucking tragic

Restraint and self control is necessary

Lacking balance from the whiskey in this golden chalice

Imagine sabbath filthy lavish sounds of dopeness sex and hopelessness

And there you have it, groove addicts stay spasm

Though I never lived in a place long enough to feel like I belong

Long live the nomad, no mans feeling can tell you different

I’m in a new position, I’m obsessed with feeling like I’m indifferent

We’re all the same we just groove a little different

All my thoughts disappear and reappear like Krillin, thats the solar flares

I could stare, watch the plot thicken

Or I could just be aware, take control of my despair, souvenir for the real,

thats that vibe kicking

Shit I’m just trying to groove

This is a stiff pour and tough drinks

This when a bitch gorgeous touch me

Crease like a stiff board and cuff links

Fresh linen got my call hoisted-fresh lemon on some raw oysters

Still tatted with coy fish I been thinkin

Live life on the edge so yea I’m binge drinking

Good weed chase dreams is my calling card-still me still cheap drinking Paul

Masson

No schemes No means for what a dollar is-my drinking passion exceeds all of my

tolerance

I tolerate all the problems that make me passive

Passive aggressive feelin' on how her ass is

Asking me all these questions about my rap shit

Baby you know whats good my nigga just rolled a wood so shut up and take that

last hit

As the night finna fall forth

It’s only right you on all fours