Up! lyrics - Cam Meekins
Yeah
You know we've gotta start it off with some good shit the same shit that we've been doing for the last four or five years
We ain't never changing and we ain't never doing any dumb shit
Trying to keep it real and function
Alright let's get it yo
Why can't I ever find enough time
Why do I bust rhymes and fuck dimes
And after ever drink feel sick when I wake up
Why the fuck would I like my girl the less and less she wears make up
Why the fuck do we sell sabotage
I need an iPhone 5 charged
Trying to get the fuck outta Dodge
Turn my phone on airplane mode
Like fuck the world
You know, how you fucked that girl
And you just fucked her world up
Why do I stay up late? Sluts
Never could really relate to us
But the pretty ones always stuck up
They won't shut up
I hate parties when all the kids get drunk
Unless I'm partaking
Then I'll be the first one to pass out and do something stupid
And wake up on the ground naked
I'm shaking
Thinking my whole life is like bacon, overcooked
Why all the great rappers is overlooked
Why am I scared to live if I'm really just a small piece
Why do you care the least
But sometimes care the most and share a lease
With someone where the rent's cheap
And live your whole life wondering if you dared to speak what's on your mind you might love yourself more
If you hate where you're at but you go nowhere, then that problem is yours
Think you might drown in your thoughts
Better learn mind control
Because even when the times get hard you can still be positive, but god damn it you guys keep texting me on some bullshit
I don't want to hear it
Trying to get weird like Kanye did in '09
I need the spirit, oh my
But I still ride around getting high just to see what's on my mind
I don't really know
When your shit's going nowhere, where the fuck do you go?
I'm trying to go up, up, up, up, up
You will never hold me down
Even when no one's around
You gotta keep that soul around
And try not to give a fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
That's how it's supposed to be
So just come smoke with me
And keep your mind open please
And go up, up, up, up, up
You will never hold me down
Even when no one's around
You gotta keep that soul around
And try not to give a fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Because that's how it's supposed to be
So just come smoke with me
And keep your mind open please
Yo, we should keep talking more
That's kind of the option more or less
I did this show in Baltimore
That's when we started talking more or less
Fuck it, I'm out the door
You didn't give a fuck that I was stressed
You knew that I'd when this shit
Now you track my moods like GPS
I love when you wear that skirt
I want a crib on the outskirts of town
Where they can't talk to us
Or even fucking know that I'm around
I used to watch the news until I stopped
That douche from high school is now a cop
I've been growing up pretty fast
And I'm kinda hoping that'll stop
I still think that I'm the realest out
Even if my numbers never back it
On the track do backflips, spit crack on the Macbook
One time almost cracked it
I live every day like an accident
And try to keep it real with my fam
Somewhere between feeling that I can do anything and knowing that I can
I'm trying to go up, up, up, up, up
You will never hold me down
Even when no one's around
You gotta keep that soul around
And try not to give a fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
That's how it's supposed to be
So just come smoke with me
And keep your mind open please
And go up, up, up, up, up
You will never hold me down
Even when no one's around
You gotta keep that soul around
And try not to give a fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Because that's how it's supposed to be
So just come smoke with me
And keep your mind open please
And go up, up, up, up, up
You will never hold me down
Even when no one's around
You gotta keep that soul around
And try not to give a fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Because that's how it's supposed to be
So just come smoke with me
And keep your mind open please
Good lyrics - Cam Meekins
Everybody good?
Keep your hands up if you worked hard figured out that you really could
And I'm top down screaming out, "Everybody good?"
So keep your hands if you worked hard figured out that you really could
Man you deserve it
And I'm on my grind everyday
Worked so hard for Pete's sake
I don't even know who Pete is
But I beat all these beats into dismay
Shouts to my homie Replay
Came with the low-key simple flow
When I got to put on for the Beantown, but I ain't talking Pinto
Want a better life, every night
Good food, good wine
Big house to lamp in, the world's mine
[?]
I fantasize about all this
For the city like Paul Pierce
Say "What up" if you see me out
Because this is what I've always dreamed about
And I'm just cruising in my top down screaming out "Everybody good?"
So keep your hands up if you worked hard figured out that you really could
And I'm top down screaming out "Everybody good?"
So keep your hands up if you worked hard figured out that you really could
Man you deserve it
For once I'm gonna be me
One time for the tree
All these bitches back stage, they like "one time for the D"
Fun time it's on me
I'll cop whatever y'all need
Y'all been here from the start
So be all you can be
Gotta put on for my team
Lamp City in the league
My record label isn't major
Y'all in the D league
Keepin' it real, that's me
Ever since fifteen
Making beats with Joel
Teacher gave me a D
What do you wanna be?
I said I wanna be me
I dropped out of that school
Started making mad beats
My best friend OD'd
Doing this for he
So don't come up to me
Because you don't fucking know me
And I'm just cruising in my top down screaming out "Everybody good?"
So keep your hands up if you worked hard figured out that you really could
And I'm top down screaming out "Everybody good?"
So keep your hands up if you worked hard figured out that you really could
Man you deserve it
Stupid lyrics - Cam Meekins
Sometimes I think
I was born to be a sinner
Like J cole L.P
In high school we all bumped Cole man
Y'all couldn't tell me
Shit, I was like seventeen just got the whip
Used to burn the mixed cd and ride around smoke weed
Was tryna make a profit
But I couldn't do the math
Now my words speak life
Shoutout to my homie Av
And just last week someone pointed out what I didn't have
But if I had listen to those role models I would still be in class
I grew up in the suburbs
Where they keep you on a path
Where the value of a dollar was something that most kids couldn't grasp
Music and culture
A place about business and vultures
Where the idea of a rap album
Was some shit that made people laugh
I knew I didn't fit in
So I never went to class
Spent a lot of time in the city
And I identified with that
We all come from different backgrounds man you don't know the half
We can all see eye to eye when it comes to laying down a track
When I was younger the white kids would laugh and say I was acting black
The black kids would call me a fag until they heard me on a track
It's all good
Cuz I exist
At least I have that
Just loop this piano and shit man
But I be all bad
[Chorus:]
Maybe what you think I do is stupid
But it really means a lot to me
And I'm sorry I didn't see you last week
We didn't even get a chance to speak
But you know this shit was hard growing up
But you know it's all good now
Baby it's me
And I promise I won't change for the world
Let's all try and be the best we can be
Cuz it's all good now it's all good
Don't think about it even though you should
Just let it go
Cuz we got you
Don't let me go
Cuz I got you
The other day I saw my high school teacher and he was like "hey
How are things going Cam?
I heard they're going great"
Everyone 'round here's proud of you for taking that break
From college, even though we all thought that it was a mistake
My other friend texted me asking how I was doing
She said "how 'bout those plans for college? Are those all ruined?"
I guess it takes a lot for people to believe in you
But that just motivated me
To go say fuck your degree
You gotta grind a little bit harder man
Just wait you'll all see
In like 3 years with a buyin'
I was still so me
Am I ever gonna make it?
What do they say about me?
I'll probably never get the respect I feel that I deserve be
Now there's E-Mail's and messages like "I'm so proud of you"
From the same people that once said "look Cam I'm doubting you"
At sixteen I let em' know what I was about to do
And they laughed well guess what look
The joke's on you
[Chorus]
Pizza Mind lyrics - Cam Meekins (feat. Michael Christmas & Nick Gray)
[Cam Meekins:]
See this road, see this road, isn't easy
But baby it's all good
I'm at peace, I'm peace with you
And I know it gets hard sometimes, but guess what?
That's life
I'm at peace, I'm at peace with you
I'm at peace, I'm at peace with you
I just found my peace while I rolled this little dooby
Kicking back, watching a movie, ain't nobody wanna' sue me
Its a cold ass world, better get yourself a hoodie
I've been chilling through my time on this Earth quite smoothly
A lot of people wanna' act like it ain't nothin' though
Like yeah, I seen some shit, but fuck it though
Please endure all common equalities, uhh
Cause this real always gon' be part of me
And I started off player hated?
Second album imma' make it
Like my steaks marinated
Kid love, parent hated?
I'm just snare and bassin'
Facin' facts while you free basin
Heroin, your veins snap like train tracks
I'm more cerebral high, you know we make our own opioids
Try to destroy my life, but fight through it like "Ok boys"
Whatever you want from me dawg, I been through it all
It doesn't matter, nothing matters at all
See this road, see this road, isn't easy
But baby it's all good
I'm at peace, I'm peace with you
And I know it gets hard sometimes, but guess what?
That's life
I'm at peace, I'm at peace with you
I'm at peace, I'm at peace with you
[Michael Christmas:]
Uhh
I'm at peace when I am eating pizza
I'm at peace with this Mona Lisa
I'm at peace with the fact that I'm fat, black, never average raps back?
When I couldn't spit soul candy in the bathrooms
And pry babies ran you 50 cents?
Got chacho's after school
Spittin' writtens for my friends
And winter came again
That's when she left?
I heard I was bout' to make a million dollars with these raps despite this girl
Kick this first like the west
Second like a creep
Third tape on the way
Now I'm signing like me?
I'm at peace
At peace, at peace
Fuck the old Lisa
And anybody tryna' take my boys, please
[Nick Gray:]
I'm just looking for some peace at mind
Feel like I'll find it in this piece of mine
Feel like I'm always runnin' low on my weed supply
Everybody need some peace, now I'm in need of mine
[Cam Meekins:]
See this road, see this road, isn't easy
But baby it's all good
I'm at peace, I'm peace with you
And I know it gets hard sometimes, but guess what?
That's life
I'm at peace, I'm at peace with you
I'm at peace, I'm at peace with you
The Road lyrics - Cam Meekins
Say they love Cam, well I'm back again
Tour around the states, tryin' to see the fans
And I ain't really got no major plans
Tryin to live my fuckin life to the best I can
Say you got flows but your music flop
Can't pick one flow, gotta change a lot
Thats why imma always stay on top
So you can play this shit loud while the ass drop
Smokin' papers on the road (road, road)
Takin' vitamins for these hoes (hoes, hoes)
[x2]
It's Mr. Make-a-Mixtape
Ain't give a fuck for years
Im out here in the city where they filmed the show "Cheers"
I mean, I'm getting paper like I'm Jerry Seinfeld
And they try to tell me stop, I couldn't read the sign well
It's like, I'm seeing things I never dreamed that I would see tho
Got the girls on they knees, thinking I was Tebow
Trying to press rewind on my life, no TiVo
But then I said fuck that, Imma do me tho
They wanna talk shit bout Cam, that ain't my problem
I got the illest fans in the game, I know you want 'em
Me and Lamp City keep it real all day
Problems like A&R's we dont even want 'em
Y'all know I'm just doin me
And know that Im the one like two below three
They say "that shits tight man I fuck with the team"
But I give them the cold shoulder like the buffalo breeds
While you done gone from the one whose poppin'
To watchin yo album floppin'
Im in the stu' workin hard to insure that I got it
You caving in to the pressure of making pop records
I build a fan base slowly, get the top records
But I dont need no blah co-signs to go shine
Im well associated like model bitches and coke lines
That line might of been a little too much
I'm just hope me and my fan base never lose touch
Say they love Cam, well I'm back again
Tour around the states, tryin' to see the fans
And I ain't really got no major plans
Tryin to live my fuckin life to the best I can
Say you got flows but your music flop
Can't pick one flow, gotta change a lot
Thats why imma always stay on top
So you can play this shit loud while the ass drop
Smokin' papers on the road (road, road)
Takin' vitamins for these hoes (hoes, hoes)
[x2]
I just gotta laugh when they tell me Im taking long
The same reason these dumb ass rappers dont stay for long
You might write some verses but know that we made the song
You should scratch tickets to decide where you get your paper from
Im really serious when I say I wanna be "that dude"
Grindin till its four in the morning writing a rap tune
Shoot a video real quick, gotta be back soon to make a mix tape in ten days like that Chance dude
From deadline to deadline you better get it done
My girl at home waitin and Im thinkin she the one
Like you waitin for the bus but its never gonna come
Unless you get a little ambition just to go get it done
Say they love Cam, well I'm back again
Tour around the states, tryin' to see the fans
And I ain't really got no major plans
Tryin to live my fuckin life to the best I can
Say you got flows but your music flop
Can't pick one flow, gotta change a lot
Thats why imma always stay on top
So you can play this shit loud while the ass drop
Smokin' papers on the road (road, road)
Takin' vitamins for these hoes (hoes, hoes)
Smokin' papers on the road (road, road)
Takin' vitamins for these hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes
Peace
Joe Flacco lyrics - Cam Meekins
Many selections, Some use pipes, others use injections
Smoke joints, I ain't worried 'bout tobacco
Duck texts let 'em pass like Joe Flacco
All I really need's friends, need's friends and
We do this every weekend, weekend, YEAH
Let me lay this beat real quick
What you think I can't flex on a slow beat
Watch the drop, then cop the watch
Now all these motherfuckers tryna compete
What it's like for a guy like me?
Work hard tryna make ends meet
By the end of the week, it's weak
Cause you right back, in the position you used to be
But, let me slow it down real slow
I just wanna let you know
That life ain't really that bad
In fact it's all gold
Don't sit around getting old
Go and get your paper, paper
Went around ain't doing shit for a young kid
Living around all these haters
Papers smoking, vapors choking, hope to see 25
Low-key zoning, floating, I don't know if I'm really alive
But it really is, I hate when they ask my ass like "Yo, what's up?"
I don't really know, just chill, this beat was never enough
Smoke joints, I ain't worried 'bout tobacco
Duck texts let 'em pass like Joe Flacco
Cause all I really need's friends, need's friends and
We do this every weekend, weekend, wassup?
[x2]
I got a date with Destiny, she never hit me though
I really just sit around and listen to the radio
Talk shows, cause I don't like that Pop Shit, that KBS (fuck you)
I hate the cops, cause all they want to do is arrest you (fuck you)
I'm tryna buy a drop, I hope that shit impress you
They say that time is money, and it's funny
Cause I'm hoping that I'm not too late
I'm taking too long to get out the festival
I know that God blessed you
Will he come to my rescue?
I think it's good to party
You say you down to ride
They say they comfortable
But, I think it's bad to lie
You went to school to learn, earn money, probably read
I went to school and learned to leave, in turn I burned the weed
I rap for 1%, none of you average cats
I'm tryna battle rap, I'm getting drunk of magic hats
What kinda tag is that dog, do you even draw?
Are we all criminals? Do we all follow the law?
So don't judge me cause I'm arrogant, my shoes are musty
Still my crew got love for me, and all these groupies wanna hug me
Dressing up like a druggie, dog, I don't need your money
Gave you your album, you recoup, now get the fuck away from me
I mean I know you love me
That's why you won't drop my ass
Cause when they need a hit
I throw it to 'em like Stockton pass
I say this not to brag, I really mean it though
I A&R my own shit, You fuckboys don't hear me though
If you see me in Boston drinking bottles on the stoop
Smoke a joint with your boy, keep it real with the dude
Don't try and play me like an idiot, I know the prices
My life is beautiful, I only got a couple vices
Smoke joints, I ain't worried 'bout tobacco
Duck texts let 'em pass like Joe Flacco
Cause all I really need's friends, need's friends and
We do this every weekend, weekend, wassup?
Shoutout to Brandun Deshay, for the beat
Perfect lyrics - Cam Meekins
I wanted to make a song about the words that I spit
I got a good heart but don't worry I'm just venting
See the things that I believe is just chilling in them trees
The leaves hit the ground taking in that cool breeze
Where I'm from, the winters is as cold as your attitude
If you stopped and had some gratefulness and gratitude
You'd calm down, I turn the sound down
I drive around town bumping to I get around poetry
Quotes, spoken is the words in my notes
Notation is the music that the sound vibrates so beautifully
The imperfections is what's cool to me
Sure your skin is oily, but baby girl you're cute to me
If everybody had enough time for this shit
You know, sitting outside, taking something in
Maybe we would be more comfortable with how we treat each other
But what the hell do I know man I'm just a rapper
And I'm trying make a song to feed my own self
Everybody got agendas when they mean well
They say that money is the root of all evil in the game
But every week I wait for checks, I'm more happy when they came
We rode around, round, round
Through the town, town, town
She love the way I put it down and
She ask me can I stay around and
But I don't know, know, know
Cause she don't really know my soul
I'll never let her get inside it
So baby can we just get high yes
This one for the real people that fucked with me since day one
They know who they are so I don't need to say done
She rolled up on that blunt, need trees for that front
Come through to the crib, take whatever ya'll want
This right here is a lifestyle, I'm just starting to feel that
Been on my, shit for, a few years, since way back
Now you wanna see me, see me like it's TV
I'm just tryna be me, make it look so easy
Man I don't know what I'm supposed to do
What be a dick or be nice to you
This rapping shit is retarded
I think I'm the only artist
I'm painting pictures with words
Smoking high as the birds
Might move to Hawaii to get away from these herbs (I will)
Man I'm tired of all this talking
Bout this and that, and such and such
Give you a hug and say what up
But that's it, I don't give a fuck
I'm cold man get a coat, tryna float get a boat
She acting like she know
But no one really knows we should make it work is
Why's it always gotta hurt and
I think I do this shit on purpose
Make us both feel so worthless
But it's all good for the night and
You don't really know my life and
You just see me on the surface
And baby that's so perfect, yeah
We rode around, round, round
Through the town, town, town
She love the way I put it down and
She ask me can I stay around and
But I don't know, know, know
Cause she don't really know my soul
I'll never let her get inside it
So baby can we just get high yes
TJ Outro lyrics - Cam Meekins
Yeah
Uh huh
Every time you come through
You roll a spliff for two
Every time you come through
You roll a spliff for two
Every time you come through
You roll a spliff for two
Yeah TJ you're my dude
Thanks my dude [x3]
What you know about me (What you know about me)
I smoking hella tree (I smoking hella tree)
What you know about me (What you know about me)
I smoke up the tree (smoke up the tree)
What you know about me (What you know about me)
I smoking hella tree (I smoking hella tree)
What you know about me (What you know about me)
I smoke up hella tree (okay)
Every time you come through
You roll a spliff for two
Every time you come through
You roll a spliff for two
Every time you come through
You roll a spliff for two
Yeah TJ you're my dude
Thanks my dude [x2]
Thanks my dude
Thanks thanks thanks my dude
Thanks my duuuuude you my dude
Thanks
What you know about me
I smoking hella tree
What you know about me
I smoke up, tree
What you know about me
I smoking hella tree
What you know about me
Know about me
I smoking hella tree
What you now about me
When I met my man Tommy
I knew that he was the bommy
On D he would stop me
An in and out he would copy
My order was sloppy
He had the animal sauce
I had the double cheeseburger man, no one could stop me
I got three of his credit cards
Out in my car
And he ain't asked for them or get em at all
That's a real ass dog
Buying McDonald's for us
And now that he's gone
Man, now there's mad heads I'mma bust
But TJ you're my dude
Roll a spliff when you came
Push the Mercedes you know in every lane
And I know you my dude, so pick me up you do
And roll a spliff or maybe two
But why no come around with spliff no more
I wish that I could bring you on tour
But when I get back we gonna light em up
And kick a freestyle never write em up [x2]
Hey check it out man I'm hot like sauce
The smoke from the lyrical blunt made me [*cough*]
I still flip sips to pay for my gas
So this for everybody in the sticks that trap
When I light I'm light
When I write I ran
I like my girls with yoga pants
Don't know where I'm going
But I know where I am
Fuck it man
Every time you come through
You roll a spliff for two
Every time you come through
You roll a spliff for two
Yeah TJ you're my dude
Thanks my dude
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