Hot Pursuit (feat. DJ Steel)

Duration

6:48

Genres

Alternative Hip-Hop

Description

Lyrics

I'm in hot pursuit You got my love on your tail And I think I want you Just bad enough to fail Never say never Once again, due time I'm through with pretending That I'm feelin' fine Take it from me now I'll give it to ya free You were lookin' for someone But you weren't lookin' for me I can't tell what was wrong Was there a time I was right? Just help me put this all Into a sense-makin' light You got them red-blues in your rear view So what'cha gonna do? Ya gonna bust a move? Gonna bust a move? You got them red-blues in your rear view So how ya gonna do What'cha know ya want to? This has turned into a chase I'll end up flat on my face Go through the window pane Because I could not embrace Safety belt wrapped around my chest this time It's gonna break all my ribs and redirect my spine Paramedics say I'm fine But they gotta be lyin' Cause the pain that I feel They say that time will heal But what's the deal? Time is never enough I pick the scabs off when these times get rough And all the pictures and fixtures And the decisions and visions They all be takin' my power And for an hour I glower I have to face my disgrace And lace my pace with a trace Of all those memories stemming from my Inelegant delegate I must appease my disease And bring my soul to its knees So I can see through the trees And turn old milk into cheese You got them red-blues in your rear view So what'cha gonna do? Ya gonna bust a move? Gonna bust a move? You got them red-blues in your rear view So how ya gonna do What'cha know ya want to? My future's contingent On this inherent condition In which I float out my mind And never cook in the kitchen I try hard to rest And wish the best for my guests As they exit my mind and my heart and soul And they leave the door open for another to go So I can't be bothered to contest this distress I confess I just feel so compressed It's right in my chest you know that feeling you get When you can't figure out how the game got set The volley and the serve and the lob and spike But it never makes it over that net's low height I was wishin' this condition Would be broken by fission But those physics just fizzle When there's a light little drizzle Take flight, jump into the trees But I'm always brought back down to my knees