Oooh (AVL) ft. King Garbage & D.R.U.G.S. Beats Lyrics

Oooh, oooh

Mic check, mic check

Mic check, mic check, check

Deep inside I collide with my golden child

Feel the vibe, let it ride, I just show the style

Forget the cleverness, watch your man severe this

Breakin down the edifice and titan in my measurements

Lightning moves for a nemesis that fire thief

Meet this Pro with the flow that tend to fly beneath

Oh behold how they sold they soul just to try to reach

Try and blow up like they writin Oppenheimer speech

This ain't black and white and there ain't nothing objective

Use to be on my killer shit and now I'm tryna let live

Perspective bring the grace out, I just got the pace down

This the way we rock it from the Deep Gap to the Cape Town

Think I had a break down so I had to build up

I been tryna stack the foundation, ain't nothin realer

Lookin out the villa, see this village raised a villain

I'm just in this high country raisin up these children

Skill saw wood chopper, I wish you would proper

Apparently a parent lookin like a helicopter

Hella locker room when I rock a broom and sweep em all out

Only one rule around here and that's to ball out

If that radio get active for me watch the fall out

I been doing my thing and now I'm lookin out to y'all now

And I been lookin out to y'all now

Oooh like a lullaby, oooh like a summer high

Oooh like a thunder sky, oooh like a tumble try

Oooh like I wonder why, oooh like I'm numb inside

Oooh like the sun arrived, oooh watch it come alive, oooh

We make it smooth but it's a rough rugged process

For 20 years I been spittin out this nonsense

What's the contents when y'all just read the chapter notes

And on y'all punchlines they wonderin where the laughter goes

We seen so many folks that blow up and go Hollywood

That's why nobody feelin you unless the Molly good

How many schollies could you hold until they honor you

I'll be rockin mics until I'm old as Phil Donahue

The kind of view I like is lookin for the future

All inside the present and just cookin how I suture

My string theories really been--been had me laced up

Ten toes, zen flows I told em turn the bass up

Yeah from the waist up, we been had curved vertebrae

And if you can't relate well I suggest you turn away

Or maybe turn into, or maybe learn a few new tricks

Cuz I been tryna get back in the mix

Y'all could eat a bag dicks if you think that I'ma stop the shit

I ain't makin music for any type of acknowledgement

I gotta do the shit, it's really how I breathe fam

The King of Garbage out here rocking with the Shreveman

I lose my way on the stage and Oooh I stare at y'all

But I feel the Oooh--yeah and then I find my where with all

Oooh like a good play, oooh like a good day

Oooh like some good sex, oooh like a good rest

Oooh like a lullaby, oooh like a summer high

Oooh like a thunder sky, oooh like a tumble try

Oooh like I wonder why, oooh like I'm numb inside

Oooh like the sun arrived, oooh watch it come alive

Oooh, oooh

You know sometimes you just gotta

Kinda let it go right, and like go there

You know you can't always just play it cool

You know, you just gotta like Oooh