[ It was too easy to see you too easy to sweep off ya feet,
on my breezy I dab,
Fam getting nervous when birds get to swarming the outpost
They crows in pursuit of the swag,
I'm in my bag with this ravenous grip,
Pulling the seed by the root of its body,
Planted a forest of fearful deceit,
So I forage the beans from the front of ya lobby,
Copped a Tim Horton's
Introduced you to my manic habits
Pouring scotch in a coffee cup
Whiskey the obvious choice
My maturity shadow stitched in
With the substances, yeah
Flicking the wrist with a gingerly twist
Cause I know that you sensitive
Still with the shits
I ain't been here in a minute
I'm really just feeling my feelings
Insipid and bliss ]
*dabs and swags in the key of late 2017*
Tell me what you're playing on
I hope that it's ya favorite song
Cause there's got to be a reason you evolve
Tell me what you're playing on
I hope that it's ya favorite song
Cause there's got to be a reason you evolve
Why the brokest people got the most Metro-Cards
Why you go so far just to get back nothing
You could blame it on something in retrograde
But the joke's on you cause you need that money
Ya hit the ATM too many times
Caught the overdraft fee cause ya branch ain't local
Ya got a four-speed cruiser with the spokes still dripping
And a pocket full of wishes that'll turn you to a no show
[ You know what you gotta do right? ]
You gotta ride swift like a fixie, yeah
Memories on these handlebars
Skid marks on my old block
Rose petals on my five panel
Granny told me not to play outside wit them boys
I know
But my fit changed since sixth grade
And this all black draw darkness to me
No stopping for the red light
Footworkin like it's Teklife
Tires rolling over these Crayola silhouettes
Outlines out-shadow four-square games in this hood
Boxed in, box-braid baby doll gotta duck when the streetlights on
It go, up up and away, ya'll see the way cats keep the wave coming
Black merm with the rose-tinteds
Local Superman keep the weight running
I'm in my bag, no Goyard
Used to be my momma's little man
Camouflage on my Jansport
Tryna make the honor roll again
I ride swift like a fixie, yeah
Memories on these handlebars
Skid marks on my old block
Rose petals on my five panel
Granny told me not to play outside wit them boys
I know
But my fit changed since sixth grade
And this all black draw darkness to me
Ride swift like a fixie, yeah
Memories on these handlebars
Skid marks on my old block
Rose petals on my five panel
Granny told me not to play outside wit them boys
I know
But my fit changed since sixth grade
And this all black draw darkness to me, yeah
My granny used to tell me not to worry
Some people don't know how to be direct
Just cause ya'll attached don't mean they love you
And just because you pray don't mean you're blessed
I don't think it's worth it to be troubled
i'll just put the lessons to the test
i used to think her words were made of magic
And now I know the truth is that it's facts
Don't flee
Don't flee
Don't fly
Don't fly
Your peace
Beneath
These blades of grass
I cried
I cried
I tried
I tried
I'll keep you in my thoughts for strength
Hard-headed as I may be
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