Not Enough Words Lyrics - Well Done - Statik Selektah & Action Bronson

Statik Selektah 

Playing through the broken ankles, man 

Never sit down, cause I'ma stand up 

Yo book a ticket to the tropics cause I'm through with all the shit 

That I'm living every day, in the mirror saying why me? 

Hide my eyes cause I'm sickened with the image 

Abusing marijuana, sipping vintage for the time being 

My skills set is very serious, in fact 

Spit a wild rap, carve a steak right off the cow's back 

Throw it on the grill, I'm cooking in the stew 

Same shit that's on the grill gave me leather for the boot 

If they make me take the stand then I'm lying through my teeth though 

Ask to swear to God but in that I don't believe though 

My man Stevie Mo playing safety for Toledo 

Hustle 'til my fingers staying cheesy like a cheeto 

Shorty on the bed pleasuring my pee pee 

Smart crew TCN, lyrical graffiti 

Drug roll precise, like a hooker with the dice 

Butcher with the knife, you get tooken for your life 

So much to say it's so little time and shitty 

Killer Queens the borough, New York be the city 

Coming crazy out your mouth will get your split up like a philly 

Running through the maze like I'm Willie, you gotta feel me 

I'm moving forward cause nothing's gonna be the same 

Eyes blurry from the smoke, I can't see the lane 

Swerving heavy, bottle in my lap 

I'm looking for a problem so I'm modeling the gat 

Somebody save me, cause I don't wanna go to jail 

I'd rather be up in the mansion for the Polo sale 

But I'm here, stuck inside my thoughts 

I'm tryna have a bag of money stuffed inside my shorts 

My life is like a movie, Blizzard with the shottie 

Hookah house or Rosie chilling in the lobby 

Yes I'm living gnarly, the 40 ounce of Barley 

Open up cigars and fill 'em with a bunch of Marley 

Double cut porterhouse straight from Luger's 

Ruger for intruders hand to hand made by the duelers 

Ginger ale in Knick's glasses, your style is piss mothafucka 

Time to flip the mattress, kick it swift as Cassius 

My mind is stronger than Mariusz Pudzianows 

Obvious to see I'm a star straight off the couch 

You rapping with a blouse, you get slapped up side the mouth 

By the Zangief look-a-like, Bronson always cooking right 

Spray the vinegar to tighten up a yummy 

Smoking got me squinting like the sky is high and sunny 

Attachment on the nozzle make the iron fire funny 

Never stop until my body diving in a pile of money 

I'm moving forward cause nothing's gonna be the same 

Eyes blurry from the smoke, I can't see the lane 

Swerving heavy, bottle in my lap 

I'm looking for a problem so I'm modeling the gat 

Somebody save me, cause I don't wanna go to jail 

I'd rather be up in the mansion for the Polo sale 

But I'm here, stuck inside my thoughts 

I'm tryna have a bag of money stuffed inside my shorts 

I'm already smoking like a gunshot 

You know the fuzzy light green, call it Dunlop, flow nun's twat 

Many hours, one man standing, one spot 

From the morning to the mothafuckin' sun drop 

Cause I'm one with the Earth, eyes red 

Mothafucka I've been blunted since birth, age 9 

Mom dukes kept the gun in the purse, next to the hair spray 

Fuck tomorrow, money coming in the fast way 

I'm moving forward cause nothing's gonna be the same 

Eyes blurry from the smoke, I can't see the lane 

Swerving heavy, bottle in my lap 

I'm looking for a problem so I'm modeling the gat 

Somebody save me, cause I don't wanna go to jail 

I'd rather be up in the mansion for the Polo sale 

But I'm here, stuck inside my thoughts 

I'm tryna have a bag of money stuffed inside my shorts 

(We never talk there was a time when there wasn't enough words to say)