Lyrics:
squawking
How it sounds really
Feet on the coffee table trying to count a milli
I ain't cha average, I'm established
Shot out to Meg The Stallion, I'm
ago
It’s completely different to the Brit awards
So it doesn’t get taken out of context
I’m going to
Use the word ‘like’ i’m not saying it is
I’m using
to hunt is
Indicated by their eye colour
Yellow's day dark's night while
Orange eyes are crepuscular
They have three eyelids, ones used for sleep
Ones for
feet
I never sleep, I never eat
I am learning how to be lost completely
I want to be found, be craved like things we push away
These patterns cut
Strange'
Lipstick on my collar, Oscar de la renta(y)
Your hijo pequeño, my nachos, bel grande
Stay sippin' that Andre
Spent 3 stacks, that's Andre
That
long ago that fase was mine
Houses get smaller we take different names
But some things in life stay the same
"Dance me! Dance me around till my feet
But I ain't sitting here stagnant no more
6 am I quit the snoring and my feet hit the floor
See I wanna do a lot so I gotta do more
I gotta make
All problems one encounters in their lifetime can be solved by the individual
An individual lives in their own reality in a very real sense
It is
and rain shower,
So many different crystals and hills and volcano's.
[Chorus]
That's how I know that God is real
(all of this is not by chance)
That's
to get to the top
I let them fucken pretend just like fake niggas who was circling Pac
Smoke circle getting smaller don't know what these niggas talking
A melancholic mess
As the cancer spreads 3 feet deep, it defeats your chest
The feds are crooked
Juking all of your goods, they took it
A bribe's considered crime
us
Know it's us
Jordan's on our feet
You know it's us
Twenty three
Table full of Henney
You know it's us
Hennessy
I'm a big boy now with a big ass
as a smaller, closed eye
Surrounded by the same, peculiar glowing lines
He doesn't notice it at first
But the orbiting lines are connected at certain points
hold em up, yeah!
Hold your Hands up!
It wasn’t me’s a Philosophy that is completely bankrupt
Come on, hold your Hands up! Hold your hands up!
Hold
Forehead looked like it was bigger than the body of Jaws
High school wasn't any different, I was scrawny as fuck
My brain seemed to get smaller but I grew
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up
I've been through mad different phases like mazes, to find my way
And now I know that happy days are
carry that hate
I'm on a new wave
And my souls is on a new page
Unaffected by what you say
And my circle is smaller then ever
Realer then ever
We growing
baby write his whole name in all caps,
I drive to peak, I sit down just to stand on my feet,
I'm so annoyed by you I'll go back to the Jurassic age just
Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very
Y'all know what I'm about
Never needed shouting out
Can't up by my lone I just took a different route
Now she here my song and she come up out dat
happening on properties by these folks that don't look like me
But when I see they do they telling us no Tupac'ish and then I go right
In thruw the front door
separate
She under my desk, not on the press
Blackjack, we come with them tacks, completely financial
Didn't even have sex, my bills different
I'm Bill
a breather
How are you doing dude
(Good)
This is like
So different from the last psych ward so
This one is voluntary right
So I can literally leave and go
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up
I've been through mad different phases like mazes, to find my way
And now I know that happy days are
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