In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
My music make the crowd move
I'm in the car rolling cow food
But I still keep a strap wit me,
I ain't never been a slipper that's a house shoe
Got my education without school
Quiet as a mouse move
But I keep a loud tool
Play games you'll be shitting in a pouch fool
Got stock like Dow do
New hardtop
Off the car lot
Hit the gas tires smoke like cigar shops
Make ya jaw drop
Bought it off the narc cops
Tax on the work we got them H and R blocks
Alumni yeah I'm from the school of hard knocks
Looking out for the twelve Roger Staubach
No cafe but we had them hard rocks
For the bread they'll throw you off of dark docks
So before ya heart stop
Or the narcs knock
I gotta give it to you straight like a bar shot
Cuz the streets don't play fair
Niggas mad cuz you got more rides than the state fair
Terrified I can't lie boy I stay scared
So I keep a lotta toys like a day care
Hold the shotty like a bass player
I ain't a killer I'm just trying to stay safe player
[Chorus]
It was my only wish to rise
It was my only wish to rise
On them jealous motherfuckers I despise
Coming down clean bumping riding dirty getting high
It was my only wish to rise
On them jealous motherfuckers I despise
Coming down clean bumping riding dirty getting high
It's a mystery break out ya magnifying glasses
Wit ya hat and fine jackets
Macs and iron ratchets
Asinine bastards big as packs of line backers
Pussy fat wit fine asses in the back wit lines asking
Who dat on that new track wit that rap reclined backwards
I knew that it was you but matta fact don't mind asking
Cooling on em
Moving on em
My shooters on em
Show this flow off like a trophy and a new diploma
Graduation
Crackers say that I wasn't gon make it
Pack of paper
Pen and pad and now calculate it
Malcolm made it
Cinematic and black related
Addicts and crack and bases
My status is cracking faces
Embarrassing cracking vases
At the dinner party
I took no slow classes baby but yes I been retarded
You see my folks acting crazy like it's in kindergarten
I'm bringing heat like old ladies when they is menopausing
[Chorus]
Yeah
Been at the lowest of my lows
That's why I get high hoping no one ever know
To open up my mind I can show you what I wrote
Or rather show you how to boat
And hope that you can live or float
Independently self made
And well paid
Three whips one chain no welt pain
When you treeing over niggas they gon yell shade
They outta patience where I live cuz they sell weight
Avoided the temptation of crack slinging
But Lincoln park had it looking like back in the eighties
Now partners getting broads and the hottest whips
And I was sweating hours trying to get the illest scholarship
Ain't have a pot to piss
I wasn't born rich
When I be writing I'm as hungry as a model bitch
She got the fattest ass they got the hottest look
Leaving wit eight bitches I need some octopus
See how wale go j four cs
My lake shore whore never be on the bs
Bullshit chi town
Riding around
Top down
Hanging with the squares will be the reason niggas not around
What it do
Penny phones all blue
Or you could prolly use a nigga drive welcome to my car pool
Yellow lam g shit
She double od shit
Five time foul niggas need to stop reaching
[Chorus]
High as fuck with my down ass
Bitch roll to the Porsche from the bus pass
But got lost when me and the cash crossed paths
Indo smoke out my nose no mustache
Bitches I want but that money is a must have
Fuck is you drunk?
Pay that up front
Like the Ferrari trunk
Be careful you won't
Have to be sorry hon
Stay close to the G's and you might learn sum'n
Might earn sum'n
Chop it up like mobsters on the rooftop let you burn sum'n
Stop talking so much
Soak it up next time you have sum'n to say
Boss the fuck up
Butcher knives done died trying to be as sharp as us
Talking bout you on yo way
See them niggas downstairs 'fore you talk to us
By appointments no walk ups
[Chorus]
I'm in the car rolling cow food
But I still keep a strap wit me,
I ain't never been a slipper that's a house shoe
Got my education without school
Quiet as a mouse move
But I keep a loud tool
Play games you'll be shitting in a pouch fool
Got stock like Dow do
New hardtop
Off the car lot
Hit the gas tires smoke like cigar shops
Make ya jaw drop
Bought it off the narc cops
Tax on the work we got them H and R blocks
Alumni yeah I'm from the school of hard knocks
Looking out for the twelve Roger Staubach
No cafe but we had them hard rocks
For the bread they'll throw you off of dark docks
So before ya heart stop
Or the narcs knock
I gotta give it to you straight like a bar shot
Cuz the streets don't play fair
Niggas mad cuz you got more rides than the state fair
Terrified I can't lie boy I stay scared
So I keep a lotta toys like a day care
Hold the shotty like a bass player
I ain't a killer I'm just trying to stay safe player
[Chorus]
It was my only wish to rise
It was my only wish to rise
On them jealous motherfuckers I despise
Coming down clean bumping riding dirty getting high
It was my only wish to rise
On them jealous motherfuckers I despise
Coming down clean bumping riding dirty getting high
It's a mystery break out ya magnifying glasses
Wit ya hat and fine jackets
Macs and iron ratchets
Asinine bastards big as packs of line backers
Pussy fat wit fine asses in the back wit lines asking
Who dat on that new track wit that rap reclined backwards
I knew that it was you but matta fact don't mind asking
Cooling on em
Moving on em
My shooters on em
Show this flow off like a trophy and a new diploma
Graduation
Crackers say that I wasn't gon make it
Pack of paper
Pen and pad and now calculate it
Malcolm made it
Cinematic and black related
Addicts and crack and bases
My status is cracking faces
Embarrassing cracking vases
At the dinner party
I took no slow classes baby but yes I been retarded
You see my folks acting crazy like it's in kindergarten
I'm bringing heat like old ladies when they is menopausing
[Chorus]
Yeah
Been at the lowest of my lows
That's why I get high hoping no one ever know
To open up my mind I can show you what I wrote
Or rather show you how to boat
And hope that you can live or float
Independently self made
And well paid
Three whips one chain no welt pain
When you treeing over niggas they gon yell shade
They outta patience where I live cuz they sell weight
Avoided the temptation of crack slinging
But Lincoln park had it looking like back in the eighties
Now partners getting broads and the hottest whips
And I was sweating hours trying to get the illest scholarship
Ain't have a pot to piss
I wasn't born rich
When I be writing I'm as hungry as a model bitch
She got the fattest ass they got the hottest look
Leaving wit eight bitches I need some octopus
See how wale go j four cs
My lake shore whore never be on the bs
Bullshit chi town
Riding around
Top down
Hanging with the squares will be the reason niggas not around
What it do
Penny phones all blue
Or you could prolly use a nigga drive welcome to my car pool
Yellow lam g shit
She double od shit
Five time foul niggas need to stop reaching
[Chorus]
High as fuck with my down ass
Bitch roll to the Porsche from the bus pass
But got lost when me and the cash crossed paths
Indo smoke out my nose no mustache
Bitches I want but that money is a must have
Fuck is you drunk?
Pay that up front
Like the Ferrari trunk
Be careful you won't
Have to be sorry hon
Stay close to the G's and you might learn sum'n
Might earn sum'n
Chop it up like mobsters on the rooftop let you burn sum'n
Stop talking so much
Soak it up next time you have sum'n to say
Boss the fuck up
Butcher knives done died trying to be as sharp as us
Talking bout you on yo way
See them niggas downstairs 'fore you talk to us
By appointments no walk ups
[Chorus]
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