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Landscapes (feat. Manouchka Andre) Video (MV)






Slim Ramos - Landscapes (feat. Manouchka Andre) Lyrics




Yea, yea yea
We just gon' do it like this now

Running slow, running slow, running slow, yea
Running slow, running slow, running slow
I'm feeling used, feel like they just don't know
Said I'm yearning, stressing, bring my money home

You can see the attitude in everything we do
I do this lucid, been a nuisance since I been a recluse
Out loud we have to wonder if there even is a use for us
Part-time occupations doesn't do it for us
We been governed for a long time
We fall in line, At times I'm radically inclined
To rebel, to bust back, at any time
P-Eazy calm me down, he said to play the game, I know he right
But I'm from the same country where they did
Exploit narcotics, manage the optics and use the profit for political allotment
Raised in a city of the Arthur McDuffie riots, and pardon
Same high school as Trayvon Martin
They gotta feel me now, I'm stressed kid
The tension thick, my homies know I'm bound to lose it quick
We had to mix with the Cubans, learn the slang that was used
No excuses see we had to produce, Get some change from the hands of the few
This is where minorities are the majority
But, our economic equity is diametrically that
The landscape don't resemble the American living
We got foreign linguistics we come from distances, Uh
Yea, this is the Tropics G, Where any little thing can get it popping G
Shorty stripping, can't knock the way of living
Regardless of physics, I tip them for doing they business independent
Yea, the psychology of sinning
Wasn't explained in the context of the system where we making decisions
So put yourself in my shoes dog
Understand the worldview, of the few dog

Running slow, running slow, running slow, yea
Running slow, running slow, running slow
I'm feeling used, feel like they just don't know
Said I'm yearning, stressing, bring my money home

Yea, Yea
And I creep through the concrete rainforest
Recognize we do the work of modern day poets
For the cream never absentee
We fight cause we come from where you had to flee
Legally, illegally forget it
Cats is crossing the border to get they fees together
Yea, survival of the fit, we turn to acrobats
Doggy got Athletic on the strip, stretch something for the flip
Uh huh, the whole style is butter, they can't recover they can't rebuttal, it's so true
Grandiose stunna with the lexicon, less friends than Matt LeBlanc for the cart blanche, ya dig that
I got to put something on my resume
Also know that there's a price to pay
Young Bulls to OG's that'll recognize game
If you can't change from where I came, ya feel me

Running slow, running slow, running slow, yea
Running slow, running slow, running slow
I'm feeling used, feel like they just don't know
Said I'm yearning, stressing, bring my money home

Running, running slow
Running, running slow
Running, running slow
Running, running slow
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Yea, yea yea
We just gon' do it like this now

Running slow, running slow, running slow, yea
Running slow, running slow, running slow
I'm feeling used, feel like they just don't know
Said I'm yearning, stressing, bring my money home

You can see the attitude in everything we do
I do this lucid, been a nuisance since I been a recluse
Out loud we have to wonder if there even is a use for us
Part-time occupations doesn't do it for us
We been governed for a long time
We fall in line, At times I'm radically inclined
To rebel, to bust back, at any time
P-Eazy calm me down, he said to play the game, I know he right
But I'm from the same country where they did
Exploit narcotics, manage the optics and use the profit for political allotment
Raised in a city of the Arthur McDuffie riots, and pardon
Same high school as Trayvon Martin
They gotta feel me now, I'm stressed kid
The tension thick, my homies know I'm bound to lose it quick
We had to mix with the Cubans, learn the slang that was used
No excuses see we had to produce, Get some change from the hands of the few
This is where minorities are the majority
But, our economic equity is diametrically that
The landscape don't resemble the American living
We got foreign linguistics we come from distances, Uh
Yea, this is the Tropics G, Where any little thing can get it popping G
Shorty stripping, can't knock the way of living
Regardless of physics, I tip them for doing they business independent
Yea, the psychology of sinning
Wasn't explained in the context of the system where we making decisions
So put yourself in my shoes dog
Understand the worldview, of the few dog

Running slow, running slow, running slow, yea
Running slow, running slow, running slow
I'm feeling used, feel like they just don't know
Said I'm yearning, stressing, bring my money home

Yea, Yea
And I creep through the concrete rainforest
Recognize we do the work of modern day poets
For the cream never absentee
We fight cause we come from where you had to flee
Legally, illegally forget it
Cats is crossing the border to get they fees together
Yea, survival of the fit, we turn to acrobats
Doggy got Athletic on the strip, stretch something for the flip
Uh huh, the whole style is butter, they can't recover they can't rebuttal, it's so true
Grandiose stunna with the lexicon, less friends than Matt LeBlanc for the cart blanche, ya dig that
I got to put something on my resume
Also know that there's a price to pay
Young Bulls to OG's that'll recognize game
If you can't change from where I came, ya feel me

Running slow, running slow, running slow, yea
Running slow, running slow, running slow
I'm feeling used, feel like they just don't know
Said I'm yearning, stressing, bring my money home

Running, running slow
Running, running slow
Running, running slow
Running, running slow
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Writer: Jonathan Ramos
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