[TD:Verse 1]
I’m at a loss of words
Cause this love been evicted from my
Universe
I was sent from above so I can’t be in the dirt
Picture what you scared of and portray me as the worst
And the best
It’s a curse I am blessed
To be here in the flesh
While my mind gravitate
To a higher conscious state
If your love got conditions I’m not petty I’m
Okay
Got a whole lotta love in mi casa moy bien
I know my mama been praying for me
(I know she praying)
Pray for my mama err’day
(Pray for my mama)
Wake up in the morning still give thanks
(Yeah I do)
I appreciate I mediate
On what I say
I’m pondering
The truth is so damn delicate
I treat it like an ornament
Thru the concrete flourishing
I guess I got a bone to pick
I’m the fucking coroner
Dealing w these skeletons
I’m closeting
[Skim: Verse 2]
Ls to a seven I’m inhaling
And I’m flaming hot you facing degree like you just killed an undergrad
To my debris the heathens gonna parish in my land
Since they love shit I hope they die lavish
Fuc ya slick talk this a crazy jam like sick Glock
Worry bout your pen nigga I am on a bic flock
Fly
God figure find my soul where the king live
Don’t ask me if I write on a green leaf
Schooling y’all what you apply as ain’t a real appliance
Servin y’all wit bars these beats I treat em like my clients
It is not a pressure bitch the gesture puts me on the tower
The pinnacle inflicting foul upon your wicked being while at the dinner table we ain’t really talking bout dem things
I’m at a loss of words
Cause this love been evicted from my
Universe
I was sent from above so I can’t be in the dirt
Picture what you scared of and portray me as the worst
And the best
It’s a curse I am blessed
To be here in the flesh
While my mind gravitate
To a higher conscious state
If your love got conditions I’m not petty I’m
Okay
Got a whole lotta love in mi casa moy bien
I know my mama been praying for me
(I know she praying)
Pray for my mama err’day
(Pray for my mama)
Wake up in the morning still give thanks
(Yeah I do)
I appreciate I mediate
On what I say
I’m pondering
The truth is so damn delicate
I treat it like an ornament
Thru the concrete flourishing
I guess I got a bone to pick
I’m the fucking coroner
Dealing w these skeletons
I’m closeting
[Skim: Verse 2]
Ls to a seven I’m inhaling
And I’m flaming hot you facing degree like you just killed an undergrad
To my debris the heathens gonna parish in my land
Since they love shit I hope they die lavish
Fuc ya slick talk this a crazy jam like sick Glock
Worry bout your pen nigga I am on a bic flock
Fly
God figure find my soul where the king live
Don’t ask me if I write on a green leaf
Schooling y’all what you apply as ain’t a real appliance
Servin y’all wit bars these beats I treat em like my clients
It is not a pressure bitch the gesture puts me on the tower
The pinnacle inflicting foul upon your wicked being while at the dinner table we ain’t really talking bout dem things
( Skim )
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