You Don't Know

Big Lew

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  • Lewis T. Powell

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    Lewis T. Powell (ASCAP - 100%) / Choice Tracks Music Publishing (ASCAP - 50%), Position Music Publishing (ASCAP - 50%)

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Dusk to dawn
Daytime jogs
Nighttime spawn
A devilish … looking for …
My family’s curse
Killer’s eve, dirt
Small picking up the cut
Is it, is it her?
Half man, half spider
Looking for my prey
Webbing at haters
Drawing them when it hits the dryer
I climb to the highest
Stick to any grog in a trap
I’m a wolverine, no pain
No gain, I’m a geed with hella game
Cut through my opposition, never gonna blaze
It’s a grind on the mental
Trying to get money on the physical
My therapy is wishes
Trying so long
But I’m getting killed in this game called life
The tree of sacrifice
That’s where the bling bling on ice, I push one
Trying to survive and be alright

You don’t know where the hell I’ve been
I ain’t gonna stop till my tide rolls in
So pass me a shock off the rim of your hand
You don’t know where the hell I’ve been
I ain’t gonna stop till my tide rolls in
So pass me a shock off the rim of your hand

Struggling just to be something
Trying to make my life story a success
But sometimes I, and my life sucks
Broke but not broken
I live the art of feeling choke but not choking
My dogs, my block, my hood, my money, my …
Dead dreams, trying to survive and be happy
Paranoid, picking up your …
On the opposite side, reverse role
Becoming the murdered
No longer the suicide
It’s how money rolls
Ideas on the drought
But I weathered the storm
Stroll back on
I tough it out for whoever
I’m the weatherist
So picture a gun that buries my nun
That thin line or be in love
Keep my eyes open with tooth picks
Now live it and rhyme

You don’t know where the hell I’ve been
I ain’t gonna stop till my tide rolls in
So pass me a shock off the rim of your hand
You don’t know where the hell I’ve been
I ain’t gonna stop till my tide rolls in
So pass me a shock off the rim of your hand

I grew a wing, you keep your biz on the hush
No talk, no witnesses, no post it, no bus
You pay respect to the old and
Respect trust, respect the games, respect the hustle
Don’t crack on your man’s wife
And don’t crack on your man’s money
The lost essence of knowing all your foes in time takes patience
This game, the age, they pass both generations
Keep the pockets for dehydration
Your fam on the grind, never complacent and ever-changing combination
Let’s do the same thing
It’s like you rise you fall you climax
Catch a case get time to face it
Your choice, too fast to hate, truly wanna be buried
Two things promised one explanation: nature
It’s only one life, slow down, breathe, pace it

You don’t know where the hell I’ve been
I ain’t gonna stop till my tide rolls in
So pass me a shock off the rim of your hand
You don’t know where the hell I’ve been
I ain’t gonna stop till my tide rolls in
So pass me a shock off the rim of your hand

End Title Credit Info:
"You Don't Know"
Written by Lewis T. Powell
Performed by Big Lew
Courtesy of Choicetracks/Position Music

Cue Sheet Info:
"You Don't Know"
Artist - Big Lew
Written by Lewis T. Powell (ASCAP - 100%)
Published by Choice Tracks Music Publishing (ASCAP - 50%), Position Music Publishing (ASCAP - 50%)
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