Ambrose Akinmusire - A Blooming Bloodfruit In A Hoodie lyrics

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Ambrose Akinmusire - A Blooming Bloodfruit In A Hoodie lyrics

A-yo son of the Aquarius Scorpion water flow This all infinite Never mind, who cares I’m getting all lit up in expensive whips That a young player used to f**ing dream about Breathing in angels Breathing the demons out Even the feelings outs Remember the struggles And f**ing learn from it Or at the very least earn from it Make it f**ing work now Gauges a cursed bone carriages Encased in a worse know Toxic ideologies Vision of vaccine A cure even The blur reasonings Rearing they heads like a hydra Blood in my eye bruh and I can’t see But I still lead like a one eyed king Up in Atlanta the blind bruh I got my man on the line He got one last job for a player The sun blast ra star flavor On the highs of all of out neighbors On this rock we be spinning on Winter fall summer spring Various degrees of the varying heat Emanating off of the very thing All life sprung from Hung dumb deaf blind Silent in a cold dip Black of the void I’m snap macking I’m cracking I’m gas and I’m blacking out Ask about me sh** Sit back Laugh about it Weep about it You couldn’t creep around it So high you can’t get over it So low you can’t get under it So ho you can’t add to it Multiply it, divide it, subtract from it Over-stand the math of a child And just province it [?] Township Please slide through the avenues Everything’s everything Understand most songs Are just phrases and sentences Every last song is a long sigh A breathe in the middle of one single run-on sentence Every last bar I meant it Run it back Hear it again That’s everything We are the universe Learning to love itself Swirling in color and light Sound waves Swimming through gravities Existence is a network of magnetism Rolling hypnoses Fingers in the air feel the cosmic curvatures Overtures Written in the air like a cool breeze Enter the second movement Repetition is a form of change I’m home on the range Where the deer and the antelope play I got a cantelope sliced up juiciest division Twice as sweet I’m high as a peach in a peach tree Blessed with the lessons the earth teach me Rapped is a natural way of speaking Rhyming is more than a pneumonic device It’s the true nature of language The way it was meant to be spoken Now i’m joking I’m bullsh**ing man Nothing is anything Everything I saw feels beautiful Listen to the tunes they truly are beautiful Music is musical Amusingly musing all the [?] two or more [5:08] I don’t even know what I do it for [?] I’m a blue boy jazz dude Rap in a bar with the casual manner of a man who be asking about tattoos And they significances Listen to the different changes We live in the cages Arranged in the strange sick patterns We made them ourselves with our anguish And they will decay and disintegrate Love only loves it could never begin to hate Freestyles shows but the written a printed tape Give them a little thing to remember me by A little keepsake A little memento The honorable venerable Animal mineral vegetable Respectable anything anything Say the first thing that pop into my little dome piece Spit poems into your phone Yeesh Leave a message begin at the tone the beep Trail love thinking about how it ought to be said Am I even alive man I gotta be dead Yes ya’ll and it don’t quit Cheeba cheeba ya’ll And it don’t stop And it don’t quit Yes yes ya’ll and it don’t stop Cheeba cheeba ya’ll And it don’t quit Yes ya’ll are with the Best of all of them Gang sh** Throw ya set up Please slide through the avenue Diagonal Pussies get wetter America Americana Amerikanah Brrrt-brrrt Please slide through the avenue Diagonal Yes ya’ll and it don’t stop Cheeba cheeba ya’ll And it don’t quit To the beat ya’ll And it don’t stop And it don’t stop rocking To the bang bang boogie The bang bang the boogie the beat Yes ya’ll are with the Best of all of them Cheeba cheeba ya’ll and it don’t stop Freak freak ya’ll and it don’t stop Real hip hop and it don’t stop Yes ya’ll To the beat ya’ll And it don’t stop Freak freak and it don’t stop Real trash sh** Gang gang Trap Trap sh** Throw ya set up Whooop Brrrt Bra-braw-brow Pussies get wetter A light in a cold night