Taelor Gray - Enemies lyrics

Middle cla**, homie [Hook] I don't see enemies I don't see what the big deal is We winnin' man I don't see anyone I know there's vendettas around me I feel it but I been set set aside I already ready died Hold up I been set set aside I already ready died [Verse 1] Look I'm walking through Canaan Joshua Caleb Ask about the song don't ask about the cadence Ask about love you should ask about my lady Ask about west in this middle cla** Take the whole playlist Yo it's the renaissance The sunset coast off of Ville de France The Nazarene teaching in the synagogue The stars keep calling me a Gemini Look we got some fake ones playing real ones You can shake my hand but you still one I got some ill ones that's pinned down Look the out of state fans are the real ones And they know it They moving on they moving on like it's closure Look they moving on like the sound check is on Number seven on the School of Roses And I graduated summa cum laude Light in the dark like You can see a smile off the all-black alley Look my mind stay Cali but my home stay stalli[?] Just past the clouds see the lily in the valley look I be trying to bend these words to this feeling Like a prisoner of words, Smithsonian Hey so be it It's the Soviets And Napoleans Turn to homies here because [Hook] [Verse 2] You uncomfortable with the average So uncomfortable with the average So comfortable with the come and go Til we comfortable with your absence Homie trying to fast forward Pa** forward Pa**ing borders from the pendulums With the pens and drums It's on the crash course Look many men really try to ask for it It's a synonym with a simulator And innovators have a**imilated The slavemasters of the old timers The day walkers turned coal miners And we running, when we running with it We don't really want a one on one Making fun of it, we telling you we love it It's a covenant we color it like we never cover it Seeking to become of it We gon' cut the check Like I'mma get this paper homie I'mma get the stage you owe me Radio station homie We 'bout these hits And no new friends at no vacation homie That's ill Looking at me sideways when I put the dap in Tryna show you love But I know how the saying goes This just grace for me I already really got enough Trust me look [Hook]