Murs Inatra

Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you

You are too kind, thank you haha, yeah thank you, th-thanks a lot

Yeah man, thanks for hanging with us so long

It's your host Murs Inatra and

You know once again we up here in Winnie the Pooh studios

It's a beautiful day in North Carolina

Slight chill, wind five degrees

I don't know if the wind's... I don't know what the hell that means but it is

And you know it's been three albums and

We ain't never really just sat back and talked down to you

I done told you all kinds of stories, y'all know everything about my life

Y'all probably done read everything on the Internet about 9th

You know what computer we use and... hell, and me I'm just like

Man I've been so miserable, crib un-livable

Driving round my city feeling so pitiful

Smog getting to me, traffic got me stressed

My little mama say I'm basically a hot mess

Tryna make some bright days out of dark nights

Kool locked up, I know I gotta write

Money on these books, shoot a quick kype

Telling myself it's gon' be alright

Finally bought pops a headstone this year

Ten years his grave said unmarked, clear

Wasn't always the best dude to be around

Miss him much more now he laying in the ground

Wish he was around to ask him for advice

Wonder what he'd say about the women in my life?

But nah, cause he couldn't get it right

And he never did get to see me rock it on the mic

If your father's still living, I beg you to forgive him

Cause he's just another man who has lost his religion and

And me, I'm tryna find mine

The man in black been walking that line

Between faithful and infidelity

She on MySpace and she telling me

She wanna come to the crib and do what?

Nineteen, dark skin with a big old butt

Maaan, that Internet is a monster

Excuse my flow, it's my stream of conscious

I keep veering off of topics

This just because y'all my favourite people to talk with

You know? I mean I'm sorry to tell all my businessmen

On the real, a nigga got a cold right now man

9th got a cold, we been recording with these kids in the house everyday man

They so beautiful, they so damn bad

Terrence spilling Cheerios all over the floor

This the last song on the album that we actually recording and

I'm on my way to the airport, my little brother finally graduating

after seven and a half years but I don't give a...

I'm so proud man I can't even begin to attempt to pretend

Like I can't explain to you the joy that I'm feeling of getting on this plane

Bout to take some Airbornes, some {?} and do it real grande

But yeah man, live from, from the Winnie the Pooh studios

It's Murs and 9th Wonder, I know y'all tired of saying that

It's Murs and 9th Wonder, I say it all the time

It's Murs and 9th Wonder, that's my motherfreaking friend

One more for the books and we outa here, peace