Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Weston Warncke
Songwriter
Wes Eccleston
Songwriter
Lyrics
Ooh, got a flow, and it spread like butter, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh
Yeah I feel the flow
And it spreads like butter, ayy
Sometimes the world don't work out, but I still love ya, ayy
We gon' be each other, ayy
I am on another, ayy
We are up to something, but now it's about that loving
Be me in public, I had to let go of the bluffing
It's not about turkey, it's about stuffing
Somewhere inside ya, energy pumping
Feel too alive, yeah
Transmute that fear into loving
Then everyone else is your cousin
Then there is no reason for buggin'
Just keep it real, then there's no pretender
I'll make you feel, just give me a stanza
Yeah oh been everywhere roots in Atlanta Ooh yeah
It how you framing your life a canvas, Yeah
I Ditch the personal, yeah, Now I the witness ooh
I was so stuck, baby, I didn't get this, yeah
Now I am loving it all, even appendix, yeah
Feel the withdrawal, and then I ascend it, yeah
It ain't got nothing on you
Whether its withdrawal from a thought pattern
Whether its withdrawal from a drug
Whether its withdrawal from a media
Whatever the fuck you got engaged with
It's time to get out
Matrix locked in
You know, I mean it's a balance
It's wholesome, not perfection
But we really gotta lock into ourselves
Cause nobody else is directing you
Build your own ethics
Written by: Wes Eccleston, Weston Warncke

