JuiceBox of Paradise - Milk+Honey Lyrics

Microphone check, check
Mmhm
I know I talk a lot of shit
It just 'cause, I know where you're coming from
I relate
That's all

I'm walking with a limp. I'm acting like a pimp
Knowing damn well I'm too caught up with my dick
As the sun rotates and my game grows bigger
How many bitches let me hit for the figures
Huh, that shit figures, I ain't f*cking with yas
I don't pay for pussy 'less that shit taste delicious
And y'all look ridiculous. You smell like bad decisions
But you ain't feeling me 'cause you heard I'm out commission
Well, that's just competition. And I don't pay attention
They tryna get in in my head. I'll be damned if I listen
'Cause I stay with the vision. And I be on a mission
I'm bound to retire by 2027
"Shit, son. What, you're 22? 23?
What the f*ck is your plan? you tryna plant a money tree?"
Yo, I'm f*cking dummy, b. I stay with the Sunny-D
So, some of these thoughts and plans be coming with plenty ease
I got funny-fees for those who be tryna play jokes
And wake up calls for y'all, who be tryna stay woke
And if y'all ain't stoked, then it's time to get excited
I'm ignited. Reunited with the f*cking light inside him
I been riding. With the pad to write in, sitting right beside him
Y'all can smoke the lye and still can't get as high as I am
I ain't even trying. I be flying 'cause I got the perfect timing
Don't believe in time and I'm alive when ego dying
Huh
Shit

I look for milk and honey 'cause my tummy feeling funny
I look for milk and honey 'cause my tummy feeling funny
From eating shit, every time this rug get pulled from me
I look for milk and honey
I look for milk and honey
I look for milk and honey 'cause my tummy feeling funny
From eating shit, every time this rug get pulled from me

Now, what the f*ck you thinking 'bout, if it ain't what I'm speaking 'bout
If we don't fit like puzzle pieces, homie, then I'm peacin' out
Yeah I got a decent 'mount of all that shit you're fienin' 'bout
Like money and bitches, but peace is what I'm seekin' out
And I stay with the creases out, looking like money
You ain't moved in weeks, dawg, you lookin' like a dummy
But don't take it from me. Take it from yourself, and everything around you
They ain't ever found you, 'cause they ain't looking
And they can't ever smell you, if you ain't cooking
If you don't know how to, go and get a book then
If you ain't tryna learn, I don't know what to tell you
There's so much that you're bound to do if you would just allow you to
Instead, you're caught up with everything surrounding you
That gon' end up drowning you, if you don't walk on water
And I'm gon' end up grounding you, if you don't find the father
Huh!

I look for milk and honey 'cause my tummy feeling funny
I look for milk and honey 'cause my tummy feeling funny
From eating shit, every time this rug get pulled from me
I look for milk and honey
I look for milk and honey
I look for milk and honey 'cause my tummy feeling funny
From eating shit, every time this rug get pulled from me

I just
I just
I relate
That's all I'm saying