[Chris] My worst days, I quarterback em just like my best/ Keep the living premium even thru the stress/ Constructing collages consisting of a perfect mess/ Jackson Pollock on her back, pearl necklace down her chest/ Do it for the art sweetheart, no disrespect/ Mackin on this side, the grind on the next/ So its time turned to checks, bet, Magic on deck/ No Dwight. Out in Vegas. Fashion statements for the press/ The way you shake them hips, girl, with each and every step/ See thas a statement in itself. Shit, we wear each other well/ Me and my heavenly angel give em hell [Hook] She hate it when I text, love it when I'm performing/ Its Philly for the set, Brooklyn in the morning/ That rossi on deck, that's what we be pouring/ Them blunts burn better but papers got me soaring/ Raw papers and rossi/ Raw papers and rossi/ Raw papers and rossi/ Raw papers and rossi [Dave] Summer nights cool, but my heart getting colder/ It was all good til we start getting older/ Green come and goes but the cream rise slow/ Stay in automatic drive, won't switch gears or coast from/ Living socials and sleeping on niggas sofas/ To living with no limits and winning like we supposed to/ Visions of mama crib accented and reupholstered/ Vintage dior wares and mississippi mimosas/ Tropicana, bullitt rye and canada dry/ Never see me with my girl she camera shy/ But she fine as a quarter o of that blue dream/ Budget for bowery, wardrobed at blue and cream/ Summer nostalgia, no socks and trousers/ The ambition for living is what empowered us/ I'm chasing dreams like they going out of style/ Til the paper's overrated as a plate at mr chows [Hook] [Dave] Thanksgiving to god, for giving me the gall/ To manifest the living I visioned when I was small/ Used to microwave water til it scald/ When the gas turned off, now my gal get it all/ Out in philly in the sofitel suite smoking sour/ Towels for the door, let the steam out the shower/ Check up on the team, pour a double shot of beam/ Bottle water and a bean, we gon need about an hour/ Polo on my body, she prefer that gaultier/ Pure player feeling polar on my coldest day/ No time for the mirror baby morris day/ Car service not a cab, but its on the way/ No checks and balances on my checks and balances/ What a nigga aesthetic is gon afford/ So if you dedicated to staying on one accord/ Demonstrate it by displaying a fantasy for ya boy [Hook]
from Avenue: C & D,
released September 21, 2012
(C. Butler, D. Giles), produced by Dave of The Paxtons for South Shore Social Club, LLC (ASCAP), recorded at 199 Hancock in Brooklyn NY by Chris of The Paxtons for South Shore Social Club, LLC (ASCAP), mixed by Zacharias Wise at Depth Charge in Alexandria VA. “Raw Papers & Rossi” contains a sample of “Feeling Good” by Shaun Escoffrey.
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Deriving their name from the block on the south side of Chicago where they were born and raised, The Paxtons strive to create timeless, genre-bending music that innovates without regard to the latest trends....more