45th Ave Interlude
Paul Russell Song Lyrics

[Ruslan]

Yeah...

I just wanna do my best to be the best that I could be

Run that back, look

Yeah...

See, I just wanna do my best to be the best that I could be

Is that too much to ask for god? I mean you the great elohim

And I can't find a melody to go along with all these chords

I'm waking up at 6 a.m. and every morning I be bored

Ymca is where I be at, they say they brought the 90s back

Maybe I peaked there, now I can take a stab at grimy rap

Rapper turned pastor turned youtuber back to rapper

Trying to figure out who I can model my career after

After the clout, juno, but not in the way

I'ma get tattoos on my face just to try and blow

No, I mean I got like standards and stuff

Lifting a lot of weights but suspect with stamina, huh...

In a nutshell, I must tell, my side of it, like when I was driving and the bus fell, the tire blew

So now I struggle to trust well, all these new fans comparin' me to russ but I ain't never sound like the dude

I guess we all look alike right, well I'm just happy that my wife don't think that I'm a sore sight to her eyes

Life is getting better, I'm feeling younger

My bum knee is getting better, I feel the hunger

But gotta watch my table manners, my etiquette is that of a mammal

King of the jungle I'm just happy we stopped wearing flannels.

[Paul russell]

But did we? or they just don't go with the 350s

On the beat, 'til the z's hit me, just breathe with me

They think I'm a homegrown kid in maybe three cities

Guessin' I'll speak 'til the peak hit me, g really?

Trying not to trust in my sight, the pass no look

Do a whole verse on the track that has no hook

It's, it's hotel, living rooms, and notebooks, yeah...

And it's so good

Yo, it's a journey don't you ever go forgetting that

The end goals in the phones will never hit you back

I talk about it all to any mic, on any mac

It works out, really facts so give me that

I mean that me and king dream feel like we reachin' the sky

I told you I ain't make the meal just got a piece of the pie

I ain't know a rap song could have me preaching tonight

Now I can fool around and throw this joint on ccli, let's go.

[Jon keith]

Look, my momma calling me for fashion advice

Immaculate I be but not quite splashing the ice

A lavishless life is what I live I'm actively trying

To match up with the standard of god and the passion of christ

Compassionate eyes, they recognize the practice of lies

And I'm an advocate for abstaining from inaccurate rhymes

Get back in the line, know your place and understand mine

You all talk and no action that's an inverted mime

See real g silent no one knows I'm back on the grind

With explosives under me just like I stepped on a mine

See I got sick thoughts, god gave me the illest of minds

Something I can never pay back like a billion fines

Yeah, I gotta limit this bragging of mine

My pride bubble up and then it's like a dragon to fight

Yeah, pops said it's a habit of mine

Irresponsible how I'm rolling like a toddler is driving.