Comfort Lord - Clout Lyrics

Attune my chi like tunechi
Melodies meddling
In places they not supposed to
Guess I'm gambling
Comprehend the school
Men ell sing
What if medicine's
Med is sin
Sudafed feel menacing
We should sue the feds
They made us sin
Sentiments of sediment
Hard rock life
Sitting on crack money
Thats not right
Morphine making more fiends
Um ask her aid
If the masquerade
Could use mother Earth blood
Like mascara
All masses care about
Clots, clots of clout

Clots of clout clout clout clout clout clout clout
Clots of clout clout clout clout clout clout clout
Biting off the swag, secure the same bag
Call gay niggas fags, they could probably beat yo ass

Clots of clout clout clout clout clout clout clout
Clots of clout clout clout clout clout clout clout
Biting off the swag, secure the same bag
Call gay niggas fags, we might have to beat yo ass huh

Genuinely the gen i use is genius
Generating jesus cuts
Christ conscious tracks
Lacerations on my back
I'll be the last to hating
Ain't going back to f*cking slaving
Emancipating, I'm half amazing and half sublime
Nails in hand, resurrection time
I got a cross over, ankle
Bread breaking, thank you
I am not sober, ever
So high off life, endeavor
God ask me how
Then respond like wow
I'm a barking bar king
Bow wow yippie kayae
Thats a gift from the heavens
I seen another day
Ion ever f*cking pray
Just sit and meditate yuh

Clots of clout clout clout clout clout clout clout
Clots of clout clout clout clout clout clout clout
Biting off the swag, secure the same bag
Call gay niggas fags, they could probably beat yo ass

Clots of clout clout clout clout clout clout clout
Clots of clout clout clout clout clout clout clout
Biting off the swag, secure the same bag
Call gay niggas fags, we might have to beat yo ass huh

Balanced and laid up
This how I paint bruh
Huh huh huh
But minus t, pain is my paintbrush
Yuh yuh yuh
Minus the t? t-minus
Hey hey hey
5-3, have u decided?
Aye aye aye
Negative minutos
I mean you toast
I'm just butter
Broke the bread earlier
Wonder why you suffering
Clotted by clout
Lies in your mouth
Took all the roots
Out of your sprout
Innerstand, what I'm bout
Spiritual battle
Ima make it out
You tryna fight?
Thats not even a bout
What its about?
Tide is my ride, I'm about
To rock a boat
All hopes for the clout
Clotting what you plotting
True power be forgotten
Clout clot your conscious
Ima cloud with a compass
Nimble as a nimbus
Floatin bitch