Jaay Butler - Be Anything Lyrics

Decent measures get you easy pleasures
See sheriffs arrestin' breddas like B-list westerns
So 'til the police arrest us we say peace and keep 'em guessing
'Cause I'm just try'n'a escape lately with some E & J blessing
We erase lessons, we learnt from getting too hurt
When we merked by the brandy and lemonade sessions
Remember stressing, remember stressing
Reminiscing about first our first memories of cold Decembers in Kentish
Call up my bredrin, said I need to clear my heading
Like a muddy compass and he know what I mean, no question
Two light skin brothers east heading
Uncle Ray got shit on haze but believe I'm his favourite nephew
We used to run around smashing wing mirrors
Of cars not reflecting our parts we liked of our image
Temporary satisfaction but it far from the finish
The finish far like walking to Scandinavia from Jfar
Want to be stars but don't even know Earth's distance to Mars
We victims of class
Sitting on arse
Complaining 'bout sickness of past
I written some bars
But for a lot of us bars of prison are the only thing written for us
Listen to Nas
To catch the feeling of an urban state of mind
The game of life written on these weighted dice
Survey your life
But they give us no blueprint and say it's life

I don't know what it gotta be
I don't know where I have seen
I could be
Anything
That I wanna be
But be anything I want to
Could I be anything I want to
Could I be anything?
I want to
Could you be anybody?
I don't really care 'bout anything
But everybody
Uh
Gotta get paid
Uh, I got it made
But just not yet
Got it
Made but just not yet
Ain't no game
But got me played
I got it made
But just not yet
Phat house and the maids, but just not yet

Here's the soap
Clean out ya mouth
My gran, you don't know what you talkin' about
Hush ya mout'
Hush ya mout'
Blush ya clout, ain't finna change the world
Become devout
In something else, boy
You could excel, boy
But don't wanna spend all my days on Excel, boy
I feel the music like braille noise
A day at the races, the tortoise and the shell poised
'Cause I got my back
I packed sack for the baddest weather
I'm on this, man
If I'm asked to fly, I packed the feather
A practiced etcher, I packed sketcher, to see the bigger picture
So on this work I crack the leather
But bredda
My shoe soles is soleless
Holes in clothes with no thread to sow in
Posing on the side I know is most prim
Damn, I'm the cliché, mauve skin
Catch myself gloating 'bout no things
Holding my last fiver, my phone rings
Sir, you're ODd on most things
Rent, bills and potions
No tectonics but feel the motions
Decent measures the lotion
Now I'm floating
See them posting, warning and notice
To go back home G or be homeless
So English but no roses
I tell 'em like...

I don't know what it gotta be
I don't know where I have seen
I could be
Anything
That I wanna be
But be anything I want to
Could I be anything I want to
Could I be anything?
I want to
Could you be anybody?
I don't really care 'bout anything
But everybody
Uh
Gotta get paid
Uh, I got it made
But just not yet
Got it
Made but just not yet
Ain't no game
But got me played
I got it made
But just not yet
Phat house and the maids, but just not yet