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.
(*B-Real sings the chorus on 11 seconds*)
(Intro)
What's up we gonna go down the line baby
Brand new one from the Call O Da Wild
Give big shouts to money makin Manhattan
145th street crews, 155th street crews
All my niggaz on the East Side
We gonna flip the track baby, flip the script like this
Big shouts to all the weed spots and all that who know how we do
Me things no money sat on Monies chicks
Fillin Barcadi on club seats
Harm's represent the crease on wise fully feet harmly accriminate
Futuristic kittens of the street all malfunction seats
Crews stand like mannequins sportin names is Tim's
I'll make half your flaps burn is self-discipline
And supportin your kittens if you're convinced
They keep the scripts movie-men
Experience and hard is (???) has captured run for the (???)
Mischievous black kids dipped in black hooches
Ruthless-a the caswendler stupid used to pump with the any gooier
Now let the card hold the futures
(Chorus)
(B-Real)
Don't want to do it but they want to
Just the Intellectual ganja puffin dons causing trauma
Don't want to do it but they want to
Just the Intellectual trauma causing dime
(Barron Ricks)
be Ricks stands anonymous decant flicks
And non-raps that can't bonely manifest the Buddha blessed
Freshly dressed rollin in the clubs for success
I'm not dressed in materialistic games to get the sex
The five six I'm livin fortune of survival tactics
Keepin my enemies close and all my niggaz out of business
What is this?
Slicey characters spreadin my business
Fragments that can't manage that do damage yo I had it
Environmental pressure causing static
In fabric of the asiac cabbage it's madness
All this I'm civilized now what do I now?
Run these avenues buckwild with crews now who is it?
Makin all you critics fiend these lyrics
And be the core
Yes why'all comin through on your premises
This is it
(Chorus)
(B-Real)
Don't want to do it but they want to
Just the Intellectual ganja puffin dons causing trauma
Don't want to do it but they want to
Just the Intellectual ganja puffin dons causing trauma
Don't want to do it but they want to
Just the Intellectual ganja puffin dons causing trauma
Don't want to do it but they want to
Just the Intellectual ganja puffin dons causing trauma
(Interlude)
KnowI'msayin?
Big shouts to my sacred projects connections knowI'msayin?
All my brothers on 113th Lexus to-dial knowI'msayin?
Big shouts to the LES baby we see you
Put on Stella performances
While niggaz place bids at auto auctions
Re-model frames and changin rusty engines and courting
And while you Forman fools want to shorten my life
My life is like survival organs
It's not important that you're this lyrical dissertation
Tossing lineal (????) break your vinyl
Chronically spotting spiral perhaps spinning out wax
Yo ?Nas? put the black wars on elegant floors
The teachers got operations make em insecure
Gypsy cabs I flag Donnas DC slam that ass take a detour
Affiliates with my predominately black landscape
Hop the squad I watch the sling shot from rotting up your pin spot
Jostling nigga (????) playing possum
I got the X-ray vision
Ain't nothing poppin while the tears who interfere
And the fears they disappear
(Chorus)
(B-Real)
Don't want to do it but they want to
Just the Intellectual ganja puffin dons causing trauma
Don't want to do it but they want to
Just the Intellectual ganja puffin dons causing trauma
Don't want to do it but they want to
Just the Intellectual ganja puffin dons causing trauma
Don't want to do it but they want to
Just the Intellectual ganja puffin DONS
(Outro)
Ah man that's the Call O' Da Wild flavor baby
I can't take it no more I'm outta here baby
But before we get up out I want to give big shouts
To all the Buddha spots that made this possible
Big shouts to the 99 cents store baby
The discount health foods knowI'msayin?
All the brothers on the Lexus ail with that good, goodness
Big shouts to the party bag shop
To all you other food spots on your roster crew with the end shit
Yeah we out baby don't forget to flip this to the other side
Get with that Call O' Da Wild baby, it's like that yeah
(Intro)
What's up we gonna go down the line baby
Brand new one from the Call O Da Wild
Give big shouts to money makin Manhattan
145th street crews, 155th street crews
All my niggaz on the East Side
We gonna flip the track baby, flip the script like this
Big shouts to all the weed spots and all that who know how we do
Me things no money sat on Monies chicks
Fillin Barcadi on club seats
Harm's represent the crease on wise fully feet harmly accriminate
Futuristic kittens of the street all malfunction seats
Crews stand like mannequins sportin names is Tim's
I'll make half your flaps burn is self-discipline
And supportin your kittens if you're convinced
They keep the scripts movie-men
Experience and hard is (???) has captured run for the (???)
Mischievous black kids dipped in black hooches
Ruthless-a the caswendler stupid used to pump with the any gooier
Now let the card hold the futures
(Chorus)
(B-Real)
Don't want to do it but they want to
Just the Intellectual ganja puffin dons causing trauma
Don't want to do it but they want to
Just the Intellectual trauma causing dime
(Barron Ricks)
be Ricks stands anonymous decant flicks
And non-raps that can't bonely manifest the Buddha blessed
Freshly dressed rollin in the clubs for success
I'm not dressed in materialistic games to get the sex
The five six I'm livin fortune of survival tactics
Keepin my enemies close and all my niggaz out of business
What is this?
Slicey characters spreadin my business
Fragments that can't manage that do damage yo I had it
Environmental pressure causing static
In fabric of the asiac cabbage it's madness
All this I'm civilized now what do I now?
Run these avenues buckwild with crews now who is it?
Makin all you critics fiend these lyrics
And be the core
Yes why'all comin through on your premises
This is it
(Chorus)
(B-Real)
Don't want to do it but they want to
Just the Intellectual ganja puffin dons causing trauma
Don't want to do it but they want to
Just the Intellectual ganja puffin dons causing trauma
Don't want to do it but they want to
Just the Intellectual ganja puffin dons causing trauma
Don't want to do it but they want to
Just the Intellectual ganja puffin dons causing trauma
(Interlude)
KnowI'msayin?
Big shouts to my sacred projects connections knowI'msayin?
All my brothers on 113th Lexus to-dial knowI'msayin?
Big shouts to the LES baby we see you
Put on Stella performances
While niggaz place bids at auto auctions
Re-model frames and changin rusty engines and courting
And while you Forman fools want to shorten my life
My life is like survival organs
It's not important that you're this lyrical dissertation
Tossing lineal (????) break your vinyl
Chronically spotting spiral perhaps spinning out wax
Yo ?Nas? put the black wars on elegant floors
The teachers got operations make em insecure
Gypsy cabs I flag Donnas DC slam that ass take a detour
Affiliates with my predominately black landscape
Hop the squad I watch the sling shot from rotting up your pin spot
Jostling nigga (????) playing possum
I got the X-ray vision
Ain't nothing poppin while the tears who interfere
And the fears they disappear
(Chorus)
(B-Real)
Don't want to do it but they want to
Just the Intellectual ganja puffin dons causing trauma
Don't want to do it but they want to
Just the Intellectual ganja puffin dons causing trauma
Don't want to do it but they want to
Just the Intellectual ganja puffin dons causing trauma
Don't want to do it but they want to
Just the Intellectual ganja puffin DONS
(Outro)
Ah man that's the Call O' Da Wild flavor baby
I can't take it no more I'm outta here baby
But before we get up out I want to give big shouts
To all the Buddha spots that made this possible
Big shouts to the 99 cents store baby
The discount health foods knowI'msayin?
All the brothers on the Lexus ail with that good, goodness
Big shouts to the party bag shop
To all you other food spots on your roster crew with the end shit
Yeah we out baby don't forget to flip this to the other side
Get with that Call O' Da Wild baby, it's like that yeah
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