Lyrics Tricky – Lonnie Listen

Tricky:
Come on, Lonnie
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

I’m Lonnie Listen

I’m lonely lately
She tries to make me
Keep steel, man
Be real, man
A real plan
Got real fam
Like true crime

Francesca & Tricky:
Exercise everyday and I’m still not fit
My kids are hungry and I ain’t got shit
What I’m gonna do
What I’m gonna do
What I’m gonna do
What would you do

Exercise everyday and I’m still not fit
My kids are hungry and I ain’t got shit
What I’m gonna do
What I’m gonna do
What I’m gonna do
What would you do

Mykki Blanco:
I hit the block Sherlock, they ain’t got a clue
Damn Trick, they callin’ me a little You
Now I ain’t give a fuck yet what them labels do
Nigga take them fables to the stables ’cause they’re racin’ you
Know they’re takin’ you for everything you got
Every single verse, a slot machine stops
They got your DNA and they the dollars
Livin’ on the leash that’s a contract to collar, holler

Francesca & Tricky:
Exercise everyday and I’m still not fit
My kids are hungry and I ain’t got shit
What I’m gonna do
What I’m gonna do
What I’m gonna do
What would you do

Exercise everyday and I’m still not fit
My kids are hungry and I ain’t got shit
What I’m gonna do
What I’m gonna do
What I’m gonna do
What would you do

Tricky:
I’m Ronnie Reckless
I take away your necklace
For real, man
Keep steel, man
For real, man, you’re too fucking chingy
Give me money — send me

I’m like religion
Wait for my decision
Are they real, man
No, they’re just pop stars driving in their cop cars
For real, man
For real, man

Francesca & Tricky:
Exercise everyday and I’m still not fit
My kids are hungry and I ain’t got shit
What I’m gonna do
What I’m gonna do
What I’m gonna do
What would you do

Exercise everyday and I’m still not fit
My kids are hungry and I ain’t got shit
What I’m gonna do
What I’m gonna do
What I’m gonna do
What would you do