What is it bout my mental
What is it bout my obsession
With running instrumentals
Like it's going fix the issues
Like it’s going take the sinful
From making my days suspenseful
Like I'm religious
My mother praying you take me with you
I think I'm finished
The cycle of finalizing
Before I even started
Departed from socializing
The spirit of an artist
The warrior side is tarnished
On top of that I’m broke
So my lady digs in her pockets
I shot some ropes of cum
And gave life to my oldest son
I shot some ropes of cum
And gave life to a youngеr one
I manifest therе blessings
Not feeling like much of one
I'm thankful for their mothers
I hope that the time will come
Where families unify
It is I who should make it
As look inside of myself
Am I willing to take it
To The level that they deserve
Shiver timidly shaking
If I lose her again
I may not recover
It's dangerous
Staying sobers a win
The L is not making arrangements
With a woman who wants a ring
Not these cyclical stages
Don't you dare get too close to me
You may notice I'm vacant
In some spaces where love should be
I'm just keeping you company
Till the brother that wants you free
Is more willing to take it
Insecure as I'll ever be
Issa Rae of impatience
I was born with a broken spirit
Don't love it
You need to hear it
Drip none of that
Pity on me
Won’t mix with my anguish
Light heart heavy
Verse 2
Burnin bridges
Witness my descendence
From living a life dependent
My lover whose life is vivid
In color I write you spirit
Won’t stumble like when you livid
I love you
I'm just in fear
If I touch you
You might not hear it
So turn all my thoughts
To lyrics
I’m haunted by trauma pending
My father
His awful distance
My brother I never mention
I met him like once
It's different
He look like my father
More than I look like my father
Keep in touch
With nothing more
Than the love of collective conscious
Guard your heart with something solid
No liquid
No alcoholic
No trickery
Magic markers
Won't cover the scars
Or promise
Your angels will rise
But trust me
Your angels will plant the harvest
Which open your vibrant chakras
And lead you to flowing waters
Find mastery in you karma
You ask me if I'm alright
I just hope you can love me harder
So selfish I know
Cause love is a system closer to barter
You give and I go
I’m honestly miserable without ya
Not sure if you know
The way that our kids tend to glow
Is beautiful
Melanin Gold and Zulu-ful
True to who
You created
I did my best making Q with you
Know that music ain't making
The funds for fun or the beautiful
What is it bout my obsession
With running instrumentals
Like it's going fix the issues
Like it’s going take the sinful
From making my days suspenseful
Like I'm religious
My mother praying you take me with you
I think I'm finished
The cycle of finalizing
Before I even started
Departed from socializing
The spirit of an artist
The warrior side is tarnished
On top of that I’m broke
So my lady digs in her pockets
I shot some ropes of cum
And gave life to my oldest son
I shot some ropes of cum
And gave life to a youngеr one
I manifest therе blessings
Not feeling like much of one
I'm thankful for their mothers
I hope that the time will come
Where families unify
It is I who should make it
As look inside of myself
Am I willing to take it
To The level that they deserve
Shiver timidly shaking
If I lose her again
I may not recover
It's dangerous
Staying sobers a win
The L is not making arrangements
With a woman who wants a ring
Not these cyclical stages
Don't you dare get too close to me
You may notice I'm vacant
In some spaces where love should be
I'm just keeping you company
Till the brother that wants you free
Is more willing to take it
Insecure as I'll ever be
Issa Rae of impatience
I was born with a broken spirit
Don't love it
You need to hear it
Drip none of that
Pity on me
Won’t mix with my anguish
Light heart heavy
Verse 2
Burnin bridges
Witness my descendence
From living a life dependent
My lover whose life is vivid
In color I write you spirit
Won’t stumble like when you livid
I love you
I'm just in fear
If I touch you
You might not hear it
So turn all my thoughts
To lyrics
I’m haunted by trauma pending
My father
His awful distance
My brother I never mention
I met him like once
It's different
He look like my father
More than I look like my father
Keep in touch
With nothing more
Than the love of collective conscious
Guard your heart with something solid
No liquid
No alcoholic
No trickery
Magic markers
Won't cover the scars
Or promise
Your angels will rise
But trust me
Your angels will plant the harvest
Which open your vibrant chakras
And lead you to flowing waters
Find mastery in you karma
You ask me if I'm alright
I just hope you can love me harder
So selfish I know
Cause love is a system closer to barter
You give and I go
I’m honestly miserable without ya
Not sure if you know
The way that our kids tend to glow
Is beautiful
Melanin Gold and Zulu-ful
True to who
You created
I did my best making Q with you
Know that music ain't making
The funds for fun or the beautiful
( Quartni Van Dorn )
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