Walkin - Cold Blooded Soul Version

Ladies and gentlemen, the Cold Blooded Soul band

"Ay yo, POSHtronaut"

"Wassup bro?"

"I need to know if you got me on this one?"

"I got you, you already know that"

"You know what I'm saying"

So we're going to take it from the top like this

Okay, now one, two, three

Clear a path as I keep on walkin', ain't no stoppin'

In this dirty, filthy, rotten, nasty little world we call our home

They get blickies poppin', ain't no option for my partners

So they resort to scams and robbin'

Take away stress, we ganja coppin'

Blow it all out, it's all forgotten

Keep on walkin', ain't no stoppin'

In this dirty, filthy, rotten, nasty little world we call a home

They get blickies poppin', ain't no option for my partners

So they resort to scams and robbin'

Take away stress, we ganja coppin'

Blow it all out, it's all forgotten

Walkin' with my back against the sun

I been runnin' all my life, that's way before my life begun

Since my birth and seconds on Earth, I been the first one to confront

All of these cycles that get recycled, makin' it stifle while I stunt

Roll me a blunt so I forget it

But it make the details look so vivid

Went through a lot of shit in the last year

Then I said, "Fuck it, I'ma handle my business" (ay)

I been 180 to talk to one lady, she been regulatin' on how I feel

Describe it as raw and real

I'm dealin' with all the ills, I'm tearin' up like I'm on Dr. Phil (what?)

Ain't no use, you gotta walk (walk)

Ain't no use, you gotta walk (walk)

Who the fuck said, "Stop the track," bruh? Let a real nigga talk (ay)

I walk from the bitches, I walk from the friendship

I walk from some digits, 'cause lately, my nigga, I'm feelin' indifferent

I wish y'all the best, and believe that, I meant it

Sentence, run-on sentence

Pray to God for repentance

Beat the odds at all cost, so I won't share it with my infant

Way before he start crawlin' (crawlin')

Wash my sins, keep ballin' (ballin')

I just gotta stay focused (what?)

I just gotta keep walkin'

Keep on walkin', ain't no stoppin'

In this dirty, filthy, rotten, nasty little world we call a home

They get blickies poppin', ain't no option for my partners

So they resort to scams and robbin'

Take away stress, we ganja coppin'

Blow it all out, it's all forgotten

Keep on walkin', ain't no stoppin'

In this dirty, filthy, rotten, nasty little world we call a home

They get blickies poppin', ain't no option for my partners

So they resort to scams and robbin'

Take away stress, we ganja coppin'

Blow it all out, it's all forgotten

Ay, walk, walk, walk, walk

Walk, walk, walk, walk

Walk, walk, walk, walk

Walk, walk, y'all too, come on

Walk, walk, walk, walk

Walk, walk, walk, walk

Walk, walk, walk, walk

Walk, walk, turn it up then