Sidaka - Eighty Three Cents Lyrics

Im picking up where AD left it
With eighty three cents left onto my debit
It makes no since how im consistently reflecting
My desires kept me distracted and still grew newer ways to develop
Didn't grow to be nobody this my aesthetic
Right now I miss my mans
Disliking that I grew the strength to live without your presence
No more stomach turns, butterflies, or nervousness
The only time I feel is when there's tears in my eyes
Joy in my spliff and music as my chauffeur
Broke a mirror and fan out of outburst
He who praised the superstition probably set his camp on the outskirts
My process is always bout giving praise first I cant forget
I was like a seed in the dirt
In the soil with my stories unwritten
I must've filtered the death whistles like trumpet mutes
When things started to come true
Running through my yard when I'll hoop as only child
Father had a brother and a sister on that same compound
Assemblies of different gatherings naturally
I thought we all had a chance of being this established
Spending summers outside tagging with pops as lil AD
If we either walking or riding inside your whip
Or scattering out of our burning crib
You always made the hardest times feel so chill that I'll forget
What I lost in the ashes
What i'm surrounded by exclusive
You still showed up when the cast would reclusive
Crazy A I thank you
Product of early seventies

We always gotta think about the times that we in
It all flies by until its no longer now its then