Carter Lang - Peace of Mind lyrics

[Hook: The O'My's] I wake up every morning wondering why To myself I'm always telling half-lies I see it in her eyes every time we meet Want some peace of mind, you can count on me (x2) [Verse 1: Mick Jenkins] And I been on the same sh** that I was on in '09 Never did the pig and I do not f** with bovine either Man, check the style, I could spit a couple clotheslines Hang 'em out to dry, give a f** about a cosign feature I could teach about bars like the DEA Talk green with the PGA Spark a stogie, I'm so up to par So up to par, these n***as bogey All that flashy sh** is bogus n***as show me what you produce Like vegetarian grocery carts From the heart and it's mostly art With a flow that break ankles much worser than Kobe's are What a holy art And Jason Sellers should have went to Juilliard I know too many talented minds to not prevail South side just a plot detail, rebel And it's designed, I hope you never think it's cop retail Free nation rebel you cannot resell, so Over the wave, I just hope that you can follow the flow The flood's coming, you can't just follow the boat It's an art n***a Provide the light when it gets dark Just let the vibes be the spark Chilling, chiefing in the park, we was four deep Did the fin like it was shark week Via Rosa brought the saffron and parsley I'm hardly anything like anyone you thought you knew People always gonna talk what they thought they do, but [Bridge: Mick Jenkins] I told you how I do it and it's like that Told you how I do it Man I told you how I do it and it's like that [Verse 2: Jayln] I said bring in the priest, your priest look like a lawyer I say this is a seance, they say this sh** is recording Tom-ay-to is tom-ah-to, this is apples over oranges There's levels to this sh**, you ain't trying to pay for the courses No second chances, paper diplomas Need money for bail or a little something for abortions My south side n***as don't take out money around these poor kids Matter of fact, don't bring nothing around these poor kids Jesus Christ, I'm on the island, they the ocean Which he advised, blind leading blind, while n***as focused Watch out, eyes on the blinds for n***as rolling They gave roadie five by five just over c**a That's 25 by the time my man turned 25 Off a hand full of zips, and some sh** like twenty dimes How can we get a grip when it's handled by design? When I'm out here on my grind Straight, we just trying to scrape to it, even slate Say, who else could I blame, those I lead astray Wait, this ain't okay in my bathing ape Jake, n***as wanna play give they a** a game [Hook x2]