Pete (I'm Here) Lyrics

Who is he

The limit, the cynic, the kid

Selling subscripts to whatever it is

He keeping under his lid

He comes in the fifth

The seventh too late

The heavens debate

Yet determining fate

Is just a shake of the bones

Yea, you can fake it alone

Been used to staying at home

Been sending Moses the fire

Cause the mountain got cold

Eons from home

Walking the globe

Like what is a soul

Up late, yea, I'm talking to homes

Old man in the sky

Some days, I really wanna die

My daddy say, try son

My mama say, cry some

It'll be okay

You gotta move kid

'Fore you D.O.A

Stop playing stupid

'Fore you lose and really lose

Just pick the truth if you really gotta choose

What's a nigga ever really gotta lose

Like Imma need that soul, and so I won't let go

You gotta feel me in the cheap seats

Put the spins on repeat Pete

Fact is, Atlas been practicing magic since six

Adding up fractions and circles of fifths

What's the kid but a prodigal's son

Flip the product and return when the prophecy comes

Cause somethings always on the other side

Cried more days than not since my grandma died

And I'm never fine but I been getting by

And I spit legit crit like AP Lit and so I'm getting mine

Old man in the sky

Some days, I really wanna die

My daddy say, try son

My mama say, cry some

It'll be okay

You gotta move kid

'Fore you D.O.A

Stop playing stupid

'Fore you lose and really lose

Just pick the truth if you really gotta choose

What's a nigga ever really gotta lose

So Imma need that soul, and so I won't let go

I hope you feel me in the cheap seats

Put the spins on repeat Pete

Cause Imma need that soul, I pray you don't let go

If you feel me in the cheap seats

Put the spins on repeat Pete

I hope you understand

The kid is the man, like motownphilly

It goes down chilly

When the whole towns stealing

But I gotta stand up straight

Cause the cultures reeling

From all of the frauds and fakes

Oh yea he copes, he's dealing

He hopes the feeling

Captures the mood

He's acting a fool

Back in the booth

Catching truth

Laughing at you

Rapping and acting nappy

Happy uppity youth

Cracking up at the tooth

You know what did it do

When the culture vulture

Stabbing it claws in you

Like imma need that soul, you know I won't let go

They gonna feel it in the cheap seats

Don't get the spins, on your feet Pete

Imma need that soul, so I won't let go

You gotta feel me in the cheap seats

Put the spins on repeat Pete

Old man in the sky

Some days, I really wanna die

My daddy say, try son

My mama say, cry some

It'll be okay

You gotta move kid

'Fore you D.O.A

Stop playing stupid

'Fore you lose and really lose

Just pick the truth if you really gotta choose

What's a nigga ever really gotta lose

So Imma need that soul, and so I won't let go

I hope you feel me in the cheap seats

Put the spins on repeat Pete

Cause Imma need that soul, I pray you don't let go

If you feel me in the cheap seats

Put the spins on repeat Pete

I'm here, for a good time

All of my time, I'm gonna get

Out of mind

I gotta live while I'm still alive

I feel alive tonight

I'm here, for a good time

All of my time, I'm gonna get

Out of mind

I gotta live while I'm still alive

I feel alive tonight