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  1. Went From

From the album Roots

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Alex Silas (raps, harmonica, bass)
Liam Burke (guitar)
Jean-François "J2xF" Frenette (drums)

Contains Samples from: Eddie Quotez, Defckon, Apollo The Child, Masai, Liam Burke, J2xF.

Written by: Alex Silas

Lyrics

(Verse 1)
My name is, Alex, then add the Silas//
Young Pharaoh, still trying to find his Isis//
Flow so cold, make you know what ice is//
Alright shit, Zeus, with a liver like Dionysus//
Cause ain't always righteous but I'm living my life... bitch//
Probably die trying to get rich, rich//
Feels like we still on that hood shit, shit//
Cuz we still out looking for good flips//
And I'm wishing I could quit, it's not worth it//
Feeling worse than worthless, trying to search for purpose//
On that purp when I versed this//
And I know that I'm a perp in the searches//
Profiling worse that Facebook, look, I'm just trying to build a castle with my rooks//
Exactly how it looks, I'm not a rapper, I'm a crook//
No gatt, no jook, I go to battle with a book//
I am Peter Pan, man, fuck a Captain Hook//

(Hook)
I went from what's he called? To what's he sippin' on? // (Eddie Quotez)
I went from cartoon caricatures to cardigan-class// (Liam Burke)
I went from drinking all night with the rejects to drinking all night with the rejects, shit//// (Defckon)

I went from novice, to a promise// (Masai)
I went from underground, to Subterranean// (J2xF)
I went from Magikarp to Gyarados, Bellsprout to Charizard, Ginyu to Saiyan, so what you sayin'? //// (Apollo The Child)

(Verse 2)
Got that fire in my eyes, pyro-iris//
So every time I blink, I burn the inside of my eyelids//
I spit, like it's, do or die, cuz it kinda is//
I could commit suicide, and still I would live//
I'm a survivor kid, like them Destiny's Child chicks//
Always had a crush on Kelly, and baby we Rowland//
In an old, broken-down Chevy, don't know where we going//
But it could be anywhere, and really, we don't care//
Woke up this morning with a "hell yeah!", this is my day//
Felt like Ice Cube in Friday, now where the fuck is Deebo? //
The booth is my confessional, the studio's my cathedral//
Seen too much evil through my peephole, to ever trust in people//
But I'm just, lettin' it be, listening to the Beatles//
Scribblin' these notes, chillin' with my imaginary heroes//
A little outside of the, outcast, often going off the track//
but I went from a dude that sort of raps, to a rapper that does more than rap//
Holler back

(Hook)

(Verse 3)
Lionheart, tiger blood, out here with all kinds of thugs//
Fuck a line up at a club, man I'm trying to get fucked up//
Pass the lighter bruh, I can touch, the sky above, I'm high as fuck//
Light a blunt, here's to us, surviving a life of drugs//
Good thing I got this hustle cuz I'm, shit out of luck//
But I'm, living it up, and not, giving a uhhhhh//
I don't know about you, but I'mma shine & strut//
I got a bottle of rum and a slight marijuana buzz//
Everything I touch turns to dust, reverse Midas touch//
She turned to face me in bed and asked me, can I love? //
Can I Live? Damn baby, shit//
I'm just trying to handle biz, understand the kid is an animal implanted with enhancement chips//
On an extra-planetary trip, an expedition into madness, an exhibition of my passion//
Not trying to make some classic shit, just trying to imagine it//
Hear the glasses clink... Hear the ashes//
Fallin' off of the spliff, hear the cameras flash when they snappin' pics//
Here we are... This is magic shit//
Went from fat kid with glasses to attractive chicks making passes at him//
Say they like my tracks and my passion when I spit//
And I, And I think they dig my lumberjack fashion sensssse//
I think I got my swagger back, shit//
"I went from what's he called? To what's he sippin' on?" //
I think The Outside Looking In is where we still belong//
On that Nostalgic shit, that Fresh Prince & Jazzy shit//
Trying to find an Ashley chick, actually, I should rob Banks for bricks//
On my Chris Hadfield shit, till gravity kicks//
I'm flying high like Apollo The Child and That Nasa Kid//
That Punk's Back Rappin' shit, fuck this whole track 'n shit//
Remembering back when they used to laugh at him, back when//
He took the long way home, cuz bullies was always chasin' after him//
Now I swagger in, they whisperin' "shit, that's him!" //
And to think... I was the kid that got picked last in gym//

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