[ Featuring K$tKS ]
Aye, I been on my grown man
I got a vision and Im following my own plan
I started talking now she all up on my gonads
Hey, I'm just tryna keep it casual
Homegirl way out of line it aint practical
I'm a actual mac that shit factual
Give myself a pat on the back I got gratitude
You can take the fake love back I aint mad at you
Look, we could plot and we could all be rich
Said I'd make it I can't call it quits
That would be some faulty shit
Throwing pepper at a salty bitch
Cause when it comes to flavor, you know I'm never lackin
And I'm never slackin' I'm just on some abstract shit
Just ate some crab and shrimp, shit was fantastic
Bout to change my whole rap name to Melted Butter
Can you feel it say you feel it like you felt no other
My circle small your shit is belt no buckle
You never felt no struggle
Bitches tell me I could tell you hustle
My rap persona, Cappadonna
But when I throw the dub up that shit for California
Thought you told me you spit bars pal I'm on you
While my chick rockin Patagonia
We hiked a mountain and she told me take a panorama
She saving up for 2 tickets to Panama
In a pandemic the fear is still inside them
Yeah I said it in a pandemic that momma died from
I'm at the studio brodie pull up
I dropped a whole tape and you still aint show me no love
Bottle of rum got me feeling like ugh
Yo-ho and a bowl of pho, wassup
Sometimes music is like a bonsai tree
Fragile, but strong
Undisguised, but mysterious
We snip the leaves off to let sunlight penetrate deeper into the soul of the tree
Similar to how we cut things out of a song, and simplify them
Allow the music to shine
The light of music can be so bright it blinds you
Once you've become blinded by the light
The search begins
Only then, you can use your heart
Not your eyes
On the search for the Bonsai Man
