Tesla - Flying Lotus

Hold up, hold up

I bet you thinking that we dead

Hold up, hold up

I have this bullet in my head

Hold up, hold up

Mama what’s them words you said?

Hold up, hold up

Why you make us think you’re dead?

Oh they, oh they

Think we dead

Hold up, hold up

Me and Dilla 'bout to blow some trees

Hold up, pass the Austin and the Freddie Mercury

Don’t need nobody, we bouncin' on that Astral Plane

Hold up, hold up

I think I just forgot my name

(That's cause you’re dead)

Nickel plated nine

Bang bang blow your mind

Beep beep flatline

Gotta get yours, I been had mine

Hold my hand, laying in the bed

Family crying, they think he dead

No jokes no hoax

Felt his palm, he had no pulse

Could’ve been the drank, it might’ve been the smoke

In light of all that he was considered dope

And now I’m left to keep you strong

And I kept you Flying Lotus and I step too

You can’t run, just gonna get you

I was live when I met you

Now this seems to upset you

This what the shit gon' get you: death