Song: The Theory
Artist:  Inksley
Year: 2021
Viewed: 5 - Published at: 7 years ago

[Verse One: Inksley]
You see, I don't have a story 'bout my life
But I'm the type to rise
Was always a shy, but been a different kind
Saw the brighter skies, but nobody saw a single sign
Felt the skill arrive, felt a different way inside
Cannabis or no cannabis, I'm still a fan of this
Doing it without a extra feeling, I'm the rationalist
Nobody gon' understand, nobody gon' understand
Nobody gon' understand 'cause nobody built so they can
Life is fast, and so I am —
Playing catch up, who are you? Who am I? Who are we?
Does she see the same we see? When we look into the streets
Not nobody, want the beef, but the T-bone is neat
That's a differеnt cypher, when I'm hyper, fеar is on defeat
Walking on the vipers, and the liars plant a different seed
When I'm driven right into the Eiffel, by the Cheauffer, see
It's a different fight
'Cause I'm the type, to write and split the scene
You exploit your rights, cause you don't write to your freedom of speech
[Verse Two: Inksley]
Thinking, you might know what it's like, you decide
What you might do with your life, touch my shoulder
Re-emerge the dream of a rover
The unorthodox nature, of my litter box
Got these cats rumbling on how to piss up in my pot
I'm a different Tom, that's why you see me chasing parmigian
It's an escalated, compensated, thought, that's on the side
How you that frustrated, when niggas like me, don't even get a lot
That's how you muffle ambience, and get progressive shuffle
That's how you walk like mafia, you use aggressive hustle
But first, you need productive mustle, to get them to sub you
Will they ever love you, can I tell you? no but I would love to
The termanology, I use, is the centre of poverty, not in the physical but modestly, I am the prodigy
The properties within my honesty, owe no apologies
But it's the piracy, of my thoughts, that I'm seeing commonly

[Hook: Inksley]
This the type of shit that you can feel up in your soul
When the bounce, make your lungs vibrate
I hope and pray, that you never see my shame

[Outro: Inksley]
Can the era, treat it like spam, but never, hide 'cause pride
Is the enemy of your most high

( Inksley )
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