Count on That

(Dumbfoundead Verse 1) Got my favorite record on and incense lit Since an infant I’ve looked up to them big ballin’ pimps Shiny Impalas with rims the Crème de le crème Young prince with a pen trying to be one of them Now I’m grown, and my OG’s are locked up or drugged out If they seen what I done they would bug out Hitting home runs while they sitting in the dug out Got the needle to the wax trying to get the blood out Red carpet by my feet when I’m walking out the ride Graduated from the hood, I ain’t talking ‘bout Devry The school of hard knox cops let the whistles blow Where we kiss the sky high off the missile toe Now I’ve seen more ass than a strippers pole Never should’ve taught a guppy how to use a fishing pole Sticks and stones may break my bones but my words more powerful than ancient Rome Every problem that I’ve had man I faced alone Better obey me, like it’s wheat pasted on (Kero’s Chorus) We staying up all night (yeah you can count on that) We writing our own rhymes (yeah you can count on that) Puttin good music over money (yeah you can count on that) Kid we stay on the grind (all day everyday) (Kero Verse 2) I’m paving these roads in cobblestone Old school killing pro tools, using the weapon above my collar bone You want a piece, I’ll break you off like Toblerone You can play me on your iHome or call Tablo’s phone Either way you'll hear the truth, to all the non-believers doubting, I’m rerouting your outings into a catacomb Sumimasen, its a dead end, I spit that cement, hitting foes heavy like a Chevy Move swift before it set in, I bridge the gap, catastrophic raps perhaps, these flows could break the levee’s I walk the streets , rocking levis and Sperry’s with a mariners vibe, comb my hair to the side While my pair of J5's, buried alive, in my closet trying to surface like a serpent draw the curtains it’s time I do me, like Pamela Handerson, and Michael Bivins Living, outside the mold I’m given, rhythms I kill em’, murderer slash friendly guy, Gemini Friend me by twitter, facebook, or send me hi’s And despite that, some dudes fall in envy Trust I keep it moving like a U-Haul or Penske My style stay versatile like RuPaul in leggings And you can count on that like a 10-key, the ending (Dumbfoundead Chorus) We spitting that real shit (yeah you can count on that) That make your whole body move shit (yeah you can count on that) Every verse we kill sh*t (yeah you can count on that) Los Angeles, CA (all day everyday) (Outro) (Dumbfoundead) Satisfaction guaranteed Giving you what you need Don’t believe everything that you hear, that you read (Kero) We slanging you that dope, raw, uncut pure Coming straight from the underground we come up sewers (Dumbfoundead) Connoisseurs of the classic, scratching and backspins Rhyming on cloud 9, electric relaxing (Kero) From the true school, to new school to old school vibe Dumbfoundead, Kero One we’re the go to guys 9) Shortcuts feat. Sam Ock (Chorus) Give me a shortcut, show me a way I just need a side street to your heart, a faster lane So I can get closer to the start Just a little closer to your heart I want to get closer to the start Just a little closer.. (Verse 1) I never felt this way before My stomach sinks down to the floor I try to play it cool, like I ain’t a tool They say men are dogs, that explains the drool Turning heads with those legs and face of yours I’ve never seen such a beautiful face before Caramel complected, chiropractic You got ‘em breaking neck with all your assets Me? I’m playing low key like baselines I’m in the back like Tito, Mr. incognito You asked mi amigos, why your friend so emo It was at that moment, it got real And next thing I’m texting BRB A minute later we LOL ‘bout an OMG You even think the same things too I recognize these butterflies .. Déjà vu (Chorus) (Verse 2) It was awkward, at that Nas concert Guys crowded round you, like hounds do So you threw your arms around my collar The freshest necklace, I felt like a baller And I reciprocated, inundated with this feeling so right Such a beautiful night...I’ll never forget the conversations we had The one time I didn't mind, staying out of my lab ‘cause we, harmonized with the music we made You talked about your past and how you're afraid The hurts that he caused and how you escaped I confessed my mess you expressed how you relate Should I, give you space to explore options Or play the love game and let you come stalking I’m just joshing, kinda sort of Your allure's over my head, you’re my fedora (Bridge) There’s no other place that I’d rather be With you by my side yes we’ll drive to the sea I’ll sing you Sinatra let’s love and be free No reservations and no minor key I’ll give you my heart if you give me yours No need to hide it for you I adore If you see me shine it’s your love I glow So give me a shortcut which nobody knows