Turn the lights off so, I can, see
All the things we don't, say
Deep we know where we should, be
Always true to in-stinct.
Things we see might not be real
Than that should I know?
Turn the lights off so, I can, see
All the things we don't, know.
I hold the mic like a memory
Grip so tight like the bass to this snare
I dare you to declare
That none of this shit is fair, not to compare
I put my soul in these beats,
That's why they tell me Im rare,
Dead trees crack the big village out the way,
Last year lays underneath the soil of the sage,
Turn page, where I can tattoo black new rage,
Melt down all the chains of my old pride cage.
Running, fast, as fast as I can
Oh man, I didn't know it would be such a relief,
Pulling the weight down and be able to breathe,
For the first time I started to feeling complete,
So sweet, all the pieces came together inna bigger picture, as
Flowers makes the coloured fields of the hills,
Pills don't work, a year feels like more,
Skills are bored and still fears get restored.
Yo, I've learned how to protect my luggage,
You getting the flow but still sounds like garbage
Periodt, jazz taught me to be patient and I can be it,
Just lemme count to 16 and I can do that;
I rather trim my braids than rimming you niggas,
I rather do my games than symp on you niggas,
Periodt, better stay concrete or you out
Too many rats on that cheese I lost the count, no doubt.
Turn the lights off so, I can, see
All the things we don't, say
Deep we know where we should, be
Always true to in-stinct.
Things we see might not be real
Than that should I know?
Turn the lights off so, I can, see
All the things we don't, know.
As a chef I put a dash innit,
Just to season,
If it bland it aint me,
You know the reason,
You have to feed the blues to your seed son,
You gotta feel some,
You have be someone
Believe innit son.
Zonin' at mine smoking weed like Imma lotus,
Purple haze glazin' the top, of, my focus
I never liked the way you mess up, just be honest
Hottest, I promise, I'll land back home and get the harvest.
Im glad I gotta a chance to be the sharpest,
I stand for every Mistress and her carpet,
Try to wear my dress then talk about it,
And put that cutie thong, it was scarlet
An artist, I took the distance from energy suckers.
Hot wax on the skin to feel alive,
I still have dreams of the days of you and I,
I'll get to the end so I'll say that I survived
And I'll come to you and tell it wasn't a lie.
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English
Turn the lights off so, I can, see
All the things we don't, say
Deep we know where we should, be
Always true to in-stinct.
Things we see might not be real
Than that should I know?
Turn the lights off so, I can, see
All the things we don't, know.
I hold the mic like a memory
Grip so tight like the bass to this snare
I dare you to declare
That none of this shit is fair, not to compare
I put my soul in these beats,
That's why they tell me Im rare,
Dead trees crack the big village out the way,
Last year lays underneath the soil of the sage,
Turn page, where I can tattoo black new rage,
Melt down all the chains of my old pride cage.
Running, fast, as fast as I can
Oh man, I didn't know it would be such a relief,
Pulling the weight down and be able to breathe,
For the first time I started to feeling complete,
So sweet, all the pieces came together inna bigger picture, as
Flowers makes the coloured fields of the hills,
Pills don't work, a year feels like more,
Skills are bored and still fears get restored.
Yo, I've learned how to protect my luggage,
You getting the flow but still sounds like garbage
Periodt, jazz taught me to be patient and I can be it,
Just lemme count to 16 and I can do that;
I rather trim my braids than rimming you niggas,
I rather do my games than symp on you niggas,
Periodt, better stay concrete or you out
Too many rats on that cheese I lost the count, no doubt.
Turn the lights off so, I can, see
All the things we don't, say
Deep we know where we should, be
Always true to in-stinct.
Things we see might not be real
Than that should I know?
Turn the lights off so, I can, see
All the things we don't, know.
As a chef I put a dash innit,
Just to season,
If it bland it aint me,
You know the reason,
You have to feed the blues to your seed son,
You gotta feel some,
You have be someone
Believe innit son.
Zonin' at mine smoking weed like Imma lotus,
Purple haze glazin' the top, of, my focus
I never liked the way you mess up, just be honest
Hottest, I promise, I'll land back home and get the harvest.
Im glad I gotta a chance to be the sharpest,
I stand for every Mistress and her carpet,
Try to wear my dress then talk about it,
And put that cutie thong, it was scarlet
An artist, I took the distance from energy suckers.
Hot wax on the skin to feel alive,
I still have dreams of the days of you and I,
I'll get to the end so I'll say that I survived
And I'll come to you and tell it wasn't a lie.
All the things we don't, say
Deep we know where we should, be
Always true to in-stinct.
Things we see might not be real
Than that should I know?
Turn the lights off so, I can, see
All the things we don't, know.
I hold the mic like a memory
Grip so tight like the bass to this snare
I dare you to declare
That none of this shit is fair, not to compare
I put my soul in these beats,
That's why they tell me Im rare,
Dead trees crack the big village out the way,
Last year lays underneath the soil of the sage,
Turn page, where I can tattoo black new rage,
Melt down all the chains of my old pride cage.
Running, fast, as fast as I can
Oh man, I didn't know it would be such a relief,
Pulling the weight down and be able to breathe,
For the first time I started to feeling complete,
So sweet, all the pieces came together inna bigger picture, as
Flowers makes the coloured fields of the hills,
Pills don't work, a year feels like more,
Skills are bored and still fears get restored.
Yo, I've learned how to protect my luggage,
You getting the flow but still sounds like garbage
Periodt, jazz taught me to be patient and I can be it,
Just lemme count to 16 and I can do that;
I rather trim my braids than rimming you niggas,
I rather do my games than symp on you niggas,
Periodt, better stay concrete or you out
Too many rats on that cheese I lost the count, no doubt.
Turn the lights off so, I can, see
All the things we don't, say
Deep we know where we should, be
Always true to in-stinct.
Things we see might not be real
Than that should I know?
Turn the lights off so, I can, see
All the things we don't, know.
As a chef I put a dash innit,
Just to season,
If it bland it aint me,
You know the reason,
You have to feed the blues to your seed son,
You gotta feel some,
You have be someone
Believe innit son.
Zonin' at mine smoking weed like Imma lotus,
Purple haze glazin' the top, of, my focus
I never liked the way you mess up, just be honest
Hottest, I promise, I'll land back home and get the harvest.
Im glad I gotta a chance to be the sharpest,
I stand for every Mistress and her carpet,
Try to wear my dress then talk about it,
And put that cutie thong, it was scarlet
An artist, I took the distance from energy suckers.
Hot wax on the skin to feel alive,
I still have dreams of the days of you and I,
I'll get to the end so I'll say that I survived
And I'll come to you and tell it wasn't a lie.
Writer: Giada Hart
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid