Sarob. - Addition. lyrics

Addition Used to battle throwin fists-- Saved it for my therapist Maybe I should clear my past Maybe I need clearer piss Blame my insecurity ~blame it on my arrogance~ n***as with they head up high Something's in the air, I guess That's a touché Three-che I got international—hit me on my three way I used to hoop with the band aid like I was d-wade Now I rap with a band's aid, that's if the fee waived Hood left me a bando Ain't no white kids and our mamas watching scandals Dirty rotten scoundrels Abscond the scene with a full head of steam And a head full of steam floated all for the stream Hear the 12 all the time like they the disciples Here they promise you it's better but that's really deceitful Admonish all you wanna like there's something to strive for But they lookin down like n***as ain't gon ever be equal Itchin for the pigeons coming live from the ave I'm the new edition baby gon do the math Wishin for the b**hes comin live from the ave I'm the new edition baby gon do the math X2 Got that Oxford education, white man still clownin Got a fossil full of dollars, what the f** you counting? Got that cotton fiber afro; caught up in the swatch? Don't be switching like my race is something we already squashed I been all out in the U.K Homie how you local—want to bias like a funke? Homie how you broke & flaunt advice like you been there? But you bent there I'd rather push on a bouquet than thought a rookie Bookworm got the bookings Word to the broker Worried paying dues just might make me even broker Worried making moves might have left me displaced Same as burning on your tongue when you rush for a taste Sippin masala Drop gems like mancala Saw through my monocles: manacles of the martyrs Might've never made 'decent.' if i never heard 'Stardust' Might've never had a reason if they ain't try to starve us (hook)