I got sh*t to do deadass
I know I'm mystical you on it like a ritual
I don't want it if it's superficial
I don't want it if the shoe don't fit you
I can't get used to the fictional
Mess around get my feelings broke
Bro might as well keep you in the zone
But you never know
Who am I to tell what you on when the moon is full
Your eyes telling me things I need you to prove
You pretty cool
For a Brooklyn dude
You mad cute with your crooked tooth
But I'm better your favorite sweater
Everything you wanted wrote it in a letter
Dated created evеrything I prayed up
So what's the weight of it
Hold mе down no paper clip
Hits spliff reminisce
Wingate Park summer concerts
Beres Hammond beer in hand man jammin'
This bald head rasta waan whine I wasn't having it
Requesting the best before Carolina blue jersey dresses
You are now in the presence of an Empress
Don't fumble your chances
I don't ever listen to nothing a man says
I thought I was tripping
You switched up the damn threads
You stuck on the damn trends
I'm top of the mountain
Meditating topless
I transcend