[Intro]
Wolves in disguise
How you supposed to see 'em with the wool in your eyes?
Sheep to the radio, we fooled and surprised
They ain't never loved me, it's bullsh** and lies
Won't you recognize
All the real gold gets stole by design
That sh** in your mind
Off a n***a head for these nickels and these dimes
n***as ticking with the times
Getting crippled up by the crimes
n***as say he over weight
[Bridge]
I heard your plug was dry
I heard your plug was dry and I think I got what you need
I might be your guy
No this ain't no weed, different type of high
Got it for the free
[Verse 1: Mick Jenkins]
Never needed no dollars to prove worth
Or a slap in the face, before I could move first
On a n***a these days you lose worse when you slipping
We came the truth, purged in the hyssop of love
These n***as talk bread, but they missing the blood
Like they crippin' much like Krillin how they disk could destruct
Rebuild in the ashes, cashes
With the training underwater with the pa**ion, traction
Started gaining some muscle
Lemme tell you it actually started raining at shows
Wasn't moving no Os
But it's a symbol of hustle
Spreading love is an intricate puzzle
And hate'll have you strung out and addicted to struggle
[Hook]
I'm on this love as of late
Smoking bud
Praying to the one above
I been thinking 'bout his love as of late
Like a drug, you won't ever get enough
I've been feeling like the plug as of late
And I ain't saying it's the same kind of high
If you trying to feel good
And you looking for a pusher that'll push
That feeling then I'm that guy
[Bridge]
I heard your plug was dry
I heard your plug was dry and I think I got what you need
I might be your guy
No this ain't no weed, different type of high
[Verse 2: Mick Jenkins]
And this flow is clearly inspired by the love below the TV
Sade coming out my mama speaker box
I know she see me vibin'
We would speak about the way
The world would try to keep me silent
Keep me vibing
Claim to keep the peace
And then a**a**inate the peace makers
We puff peace pipes
And anticipate
No you can't get security blankets where we from
n***as have tasted money p**y and prison
But never had freedom a day in his life
I think that I remember
Probably tastes like kindred
If it's sweet I'm in my stride
It's mid December in these f**ing walking boots
In a, John Hanco*k
Cause everything the South Side constitutes is lateral
But we in a different longitude
So we never arrive at the same point
Trees stay in the truth
So I ain't never smoked the same joint twice
[Hook]
I'm on this love as of late
Smoking bud
Praying to the one above
I been thinking 'bout this love as of late
Like a drug, you won't ever get enough
I've been feeling like a plug as of late
And I ain't saying it's the same kind of high
If you trying to feel good
And you need a pusher that'll push
That feeling then I'm that guy