Through the Nose

Stayed reading, became the wisest

Breathing exercises through the nose

Back in the days, they didn’t want to sign us

Now they gon' have to pay through the nose

A lot of people go straight to the brain or the vein

While some take drugs through the nose

Pretty soon you won’t be able to listen to Old Droog

Consume it strictly through the nose

Close the window, it’s drafty

My man said they gon' name a brand of cocaine after me

Old Droog

We already brought that uncut

I’d fine-tune an already fine tune, I’m a nut

Play the game, coach the team, and I’d ref it

Saying, forget these rap labels ‘bout to be effing with def and

They said signing with Droog was a definite

But I been in that building, it smells like death in it

You smell that? I don’t care, let them hear that

Be content with the panic, go meditate

Plot out planning, then I’m shot out of a cannon

On a social media fast, Instagramming famine

And haven’t looked in the mirror in months

There’s other flaws to examine

Some people get plastic surgery

Manifest their insecurities through the nose

I mean, just look at Michael Jackson

Stayed reading, became the wisest

Breathing exercises through the nose

Back in the days, they didn’t want to sign us

Now they gon' have to pay through the nose

A lot of people go straight to the brain or the vein

While some take drugs through the nose

Pretty soon you won’t be able to listen to Old Droog

Consume it strictly through the nose

As far as rhymes, I’m like The Dream with shot blocks

Since we used to say, get your snot box rocked

And loud was called piff, only dance to reggae

Otherwise I play the wall stiff

You saw me on the train, shaking, going through withdrawal

Ya Imaginary Droog like Cliff Paul

Now I’m sober and the fans got the sniffles y'all

With holes in they nasal canal like a wiffle ball

Got no hops and I run slow

Your Old Droog will be immortalized for keeping it a hund-o

Stayed getting robbed, but he bust his gun though

Told him “I ain’t got it”, I left it in El Segundo

What’s that? That’s my wallet

Turn signals in the Impala ticking, politicking

Kicking it in Gullah Gullah

The pretty mamas on the beach frolicking

Puffing on that Harlequin

We stayed reading, became the wisest

Breathing exercises through the nose

Breathing in, I am breathing in for my father

Breathing in, I am a continuation of my father

Breathing out, I smile to my father in me

Breathing in, I feel interested in my in breath

I am breathing out and I feel very light

In my- in my body, father do you feel as light?

Breathing in I smile with my mother inside me

The two of us breathing in together, what great joy

Breathing in together, what great joy

Breathing in together, what great joy

Breathing in together, what great joy

Breathing in together, what great joy