iii's of Others Lyrics

Yeah

The freshest prince, move aside

Hardwood floors, extension cords

Running through the times

Mighty morphing, brain endorphins

Power in my eyes, when I was knee high

Conscious reside, Philly on that Westside

Years before we hit that I-95, I know

Back when I remember you up in the physical

Before your soul said sayonara to the family too

What that decay did do

I deduce, something off

Okay, okay, what's wrong?

It never made no sense

Reminisce, about that loss

I say, I say, why mom?

Wish I wasn't that young

Then I would have enough

Of you up in your prime

We barely had the time

To see through my iii's

Been a long time since the Westside

(Westside, Westside)

(That's right, that's right)

(I was, knee high)

(Mmmm yeah)

(Mmmm yeah)

For my own years, not enough why

(That's why, that's why)

(No lie, no lie)

(At least, I find)

(Mmmm yeah)

(You)

Thru the iii's of others

(Paint that picture)

Thru the iii's of others

(For this nigga)

Thru the iii's of others

(Hue hit different)

Thru the iii's of others

(See you living)

(Mmmm yeah)

Take me back

(Let la Familia)

Take me back

(Tell they stories)

To that prime

(The details gory)

Feel alive

(Now you familiar)

Take me back

(And that's my story)

Take me back

(No longer blurry)

To that prime

(To my surprise)

Feel alive

(Oh my God)

That's why that POV hit different

Let those memories, stream

Like that 4K, TV

Sharp and in HD

That's how Tyheed do be

Oh me, oh my

Soul seen through iii's

Did I mention that your sister

Had me on the verge of tears

Thrice in my life, did I feel her fears

I saw those streams, at your open casket

Screaming Debbie, why aren't you here?

Many years later, her spot in Germantown

On my break from that Penn State Altoona

We make them rounds, sooner

She was telling me, while folding clothes

She told her story deep, bout her drug abuse

How she was low, and for three days

Single bag of chips, and she scraped

Just to get her fix and tow, nigga

Then she told this nigga, how she feeling like she failed

Cuz she ain't take me nigga

Those same tears down her cheeks like the open casket

Got me fucked up, I was tore up, cuz I felt her sadness

And for the third I, break in the spring time

I saw decay, that was akin to your own life

But this time I'm way older, felt that closure

Another Queen live forever yes I know it

Been a long time since the Westside

(Westside, Westside)

(That's right, that's right)

(I was, knee high)

(Mmmm yeah)

(Mmmm yeah)

For my own years, not enough why

(That's why, that's why)

(No lie, no lie)

(At least, I find)

(Mmmm yeah)

(You)

Thru the iii's of others

(Paint that picture)

Thru the iii's of others

(For this nigga)

Thru the iii's of others

(Hue hit different)

Thru the iii's of others

(See you living)

(Mmmm yeah)

Let la Familia

Tell they stories

The details gory

Now you familiar

And that's my story

No longer blurry

To my surprise

Oh my God