Tom Misch - Orphan Flow Vol. 4 lyrics

[Intro: Kojey Radical] It's spiritual man, it's spiritual Cradle yourself like a foetus Pray that your makers love you Accept your conviction with conviction You love this now, hardly surprising Sit and watch your 4 fathers Give you goals with no guidance Play both child and parent as you father this talent You can if you must But if you stray too far from the sand box There is no one you can run to You can only cradle yourself like a foetus And pray that your makers love you I pray that your makers love you Damn [Hook] I wanna know if I Am running laps inside your mind? Am I? Am I? [Verse 1] A Prisoner of my thoughts Until the first day I came out of pen I mean released the ink out my pen Ayo here we go again I swear you couldn't place an odd on this crazy Event Lyrical aliens and solar systems Bipolar visions showing symptoms of endless wisdom Socially blind brothers walking in to prisms And disengaging with the one gift the lord has given Life Reality speaks in different colours But if you're Always in the shade man then I won't bother Dem never listen to their inner psyche Seems like they hear dreadful like Lauryn hill in the 90's I mean full of dreads unlock the mystery A myth to me is a restricted possibility See love is braille to a non blind man Cah they can feel it but more time they don't understand Damn [Verse 2] My brains full of pixelated rainbows I swear to you she beautiful but far from an angel Her hair under a red bee-nie as a halo And if life's like a movie Im playing the Michael Caine role Cah my name Michael not Harry Brown Black boy from AY that's the common ground She says my name rings bells no playing round A few boxes of Rekorderlig its going down Green ammi in her blunt (Wait) A madderness we're turnt all the way up Inhale like Im from Totty No chips got me moving spiritual like monks what the fu- And all this stress got her chain smoking zoots Go to sleep then wake and bake Ocean Drive Drew (Cupcakes) Far from a deadfreak so I tell her light the fire That used to burn inside her after 10 bottles of cider Mind [Bridge] [Verse 3] White lines and 20 notes Homeless folk and tatted arms covered in bible quotes And i've switched it up And the flow might have changed But the pa**ion don't and the pa**ion won't Im on my Charlie Black ish Im destined to make it Promote the opposite of pretence we never fake it This music thing's like overnight lesbians Coz getting a deal and coming out straight is so overrated Unis done I told my mum I got a 2:1 Graduation come and she was like 'Yeah that's my son' The smile on her face could revive fallen leaves From the ground back to the trees in the autumn And Im writing this song so you dunknow Ima fly or die kinda guy never lie when I flow Kinda random like scandal (Woah) Ima holistic individual but never in Hollister this is orphan flow King [Hook] I wanna know if I Am running laps inside your mind? Am I, Am I, Am I I wanna know if I Am running laps inside your mind? Am I, Am I, Am I I wanna know if I Am running all these laps inside your mind? Am I (your mind) Wanna know if I Am running laps inside your mind? Am I, Am I, Am I