Joyce ft. Paul Brooklyn Lyrics

Let me introduce you to

A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

I feel like Joyce, yeeuh

Pauly put the cardioid in my hand

Gave me no choice

I had to be cheeky like a British boy

Believe me, came up with a ploy

Come on baby, feel the Illinois

That's where the story began, God

Oh, and I'm just what you need

Rapper, romantic, and florist indeed

Play some Vivaldi, I'm weak in the knees

E io sono pettirosso, capisci

I know you don't understand

Rappers is going in heavy-handed

I see them tryna play hard ball

But music like photo, it's better when candid

Done, botta bing botta boom

You ready bro? Yeah, I'm down for the move

Me and Brooklyn run the take, four states away

Still got the juice in the booth, sheesh

Tie myself to my desk chair

Just so I don't fall out when I'm writing this shit

I get too giddy, the feeling is with me

If life is a book then I'm writing this shit

I'm in the spot and I'm letting go

Close my eyes, think of Lastovo

Keep in mind what it costs to grow

How you use your time, man, it really shows

Lapis on my neckchain for the chakra, yeah, I keep it close

R-O to the B-I to the N, you already know

I'm really proud of you, bro

Really took this shit to another level, man

Feels like just yesterday we were freshmen, man

It's crazy

First year, we were classmates and neighbors

Second year, we were fly delta thetas

Cooped up in the back of a room

Who woulda knew a desire would bloom

In the soul of a young man

Interested in arts of my culture

So I had taught you

Mic in your right hand

Swearing your oaths, stepping your flows up, cheeyuh

Concocted Injections of Optimism

Put NSOM on a hoodie, I had to get one

Maneuvered through life as a free-thinker

Can't blink as I swing, tryna pre the sinker

Bumping Chopin as I jump out this pan

Preparing for flames that await as I land

Not tourist in your life, well me neither, man

This is the Florist, I don't know where the floor is

I left it half and hour ago

And yes, the corners of my mouth turning up

When I see that they vinyasa how they feeling my flow

And I know, I'm not a tourist in my life like I used to be

I'm not a Taurus, Gemini til the death of me

I've got a set amount of time and it's everything

If I look forward and behind that small window of mine

I see the same thing

Forever