Lyrics:
They tell me that,
I'm not qualified,
To lend my voice
To something so beautiful.
Late night, awake with the stars.
Stage fright, you
amplified
Reason to die
I'm justified
I'm qualified
I'm fortified
But terrified
Even though I try and try
This is why I want to die
Everyday you supply
Niggas act like bitches more than bitches, that shit weak to me
Bitch I'm a boss, are you qualified to speak to me?
I been in my own world dancing in
Tell me truths, don't lie
What do you desire
This shit was my design
My bitch mighty fine
My bitch by my side
Shawty got both of my hands tied
It's
you in your eye sight
Blinded by divine light
I'd love to know now if I have
A role in your grand design
God, who are you? What are you?
Where are you?
through the whispers/ -gifted lines permeate through lifted
designs/ - gliding like a missile in flight/ aight-
-let’s get it/ people wanna pilot
aguh happen, so-something aguh happen
Dead, so dem design dah system ya fi said
So hard we a work & nothing we nuh get
Yea though I walk through
okay
When I don't feel qualified
I persistently push through all day
My Lord He set me aside
Regardless what I go through
When skies are gray
Anointing
on that frequency
Currency the vibe
Issa design
Fuck with my pride
Know what you getting
It’s never implied
Issa design
Never fuck with my pride
yet but I'm still gon' smile
It's been one hell of a ride And I got some more steps to climb
I swear it's all made by design
Celestial, I'm out this
So-something aguh happen
Dead, so dem design dah system ya fi said
So hard we a work & nothing we nuh get
Yea though I walk through the valley of death
Without
around at night, keep me satisfied
If I'm lost, it's by design The sauce got a side of fries
Why do I do as I do, cause I'm qualified Too many dollar
I'm qualified
We need to find someone
Who can purify
But if you have a need
Of what you can't describe
A feeling of a third kind
That's my
and just listen to this
Hit em with, a little bit of that conscious shit
Knock'em down with every verb and noun I give
Give it rest, you ain't qualified for
this life's transition
Design an assembly line, employees and men to assign
Capabilities to maximize and train the qualified
Procedures met, precision
finger roll
You sitting on the bench, and I'm qualified to take the pole
I'll breeze past on my skateboard, I'm tricky with it like Tony Hawk
You leave all
design down to the molecule in a rhyme
I exist in the plane where you're not asleep or awake
All I do is win but sometimes you learn more from mistakes
qualified to hand out this heart of mine
When I knew damn well that this heart wasn't loving right
Nothing at all could prepare me for this
As I fall to my
strong in the one.
Who empowers me.
I am unbending.
I will a life on my original design.
I am unyielding.
In the law of perfect liberty.
Surrounded by
Getting high, where the vape at? A little something to ease my mental
Four Agreements on my Kindle, yiggity yuh, my design reminder
Going ham in the line
It's a basic assumption
It's an issue at stake
It's a union of humans
A biotic complaint
A consistent conviction
Scrambled eggs and design
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