Lyrics:
[Hook: 1]
I can tell she confident just watch her walk
They can tell I’m confident by the way I talk
I just walk up to the register I don’t care
believe in seeds, only the forms they find it
Feel like I'm waiting for transformations
I judge my art by my own impatience
And my manhood
How can I define
(Daytrip took it to ten, hey)
No, I can't be fooled
I ain't playin' by your rules
I'm known to lose my cool, but that's cool
'Cause I'm known
Ohhhh... that's how you feeling right now Tone?
You know they can't rap with us
Black by
Black by
Black by popular demand, on demand
And I'm Black
marked by past flagellation by sinful actions of dubious morality and the marks of blasphemy in her blue, crystal clear eyes, esclera darkened by her own
drama
I talk a lot
I give a lot
I'm just like my mama
But what's your name
How are you
I see it in your eyes
The sky's, the ocean's blue
I'm lookin
army vets go on tour busy like famous stars stage yard packed
Like icon star die on some crack like also is wack most times want go back to bring back
a brand new advance
No money but I want me a lamb
Caught with a switch you seeing red and blue
If he snitch call him big ratatouille
Ruggarell double R
reading books
That tell me how the earth looks
I'll think thoughts I don't deserve
I'll just tour my hometown
Stay on Soundcloud
Oh, it's so hard to hit
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
Echoing itself
Merely this, and nothing more
Back into my chamber turning
Every nerve within me burning
When once again I heard a tapping
Somewhat
on tour
For the niggas Who hated this party is gated
Security right out the door
Surrounded by fake cant do that sh*t no more
Cant do a 9 to 5 I got in
the back of the tour bus
I've been on wrong greyhounds
Strong smells at the hotel, who is that?
Camped out by the ocean gettin nauseous
Barely betta then
ready, we can converse about it, I'll take a walk inside of yo shoes
Because I know ain't know denying the blues
The blue sky, blue water, blue bruises
one should meet you like this
Who gonna greet you like this
You honestly working my nerves with with shyt
I do what I can
I tolerate judgment from you
Pick the nose of a cow with a spoon
Then explode like a child's baloon
Blue jean baby with your big blue train
You shake my nerves and you rattle my
had some trouble with my sweetheart's pa one of his
brothers was a bad outlaw
I send her a letter by my Uncle Fudd and I rode away on the Tennessee
just left school, the same BM is pulled over by the boys dressed blue
They had they guns drawn, screaming, "Just move"
"Or is there something else you
I had some trouble with my sweetheart's pa one of his brothers was a bad outlaw
I send her a letter by my Uncle Fudd and I rode away on the Tennessee
Just seen another cover story on me by Forbes (by Forbes)
In a Black Cadillac with the bulletproof doors (doors)
Lit the hotel room up, white ashes
blues?
Terre
De mots doux qui tremblent et nichent partout
De silences bavards, de paupieres contre joues
Earth
I spent too much time on the road
Too Late
And i rhyme
Indisposition the illest inside
Ive
Got allot of chutzpah
Yeah
The nerve of a young star
Yeah
Brilliant Brilliant
Yeah
Brilliant
down to your rhythm
Let alone them drum patterns, to easy no test on creation
The visions enough, seen it all before
Touched by the real you choose
wreck
Round the same time, bit by the radioactive bug
Hip hop had me cutting and acting tough
Started dabbling writing some raps and stuff
But money
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