Hyssop of Love (feat. Mick Jenkins)

Wolves in disguise How you supposed to see 'em with the wool in your eyes? Sheep to the radio, we fooled and surprised They ain't never loved me, it's bullshit and lies Won't you recognize All the real gold gets stole by design That shit in your mind Off a nigga head for these nickels and these dimes Niggas ticking with the times Getting crippled up by the crimes Niggas say he overweight I heard your plug was dry I heard your plug was dry and I think I got what you need I might be your guy No, this ain't no weed, different type of high Got it for the free Never needed no dollars to prove worth Or a slap in the face, before I could move first On a nigga these days you lose worse when you slipping We came the truth, purged in the hyssop of love These niggas talk bread, but they missing the blood Like they crippin' much like Krillin how they disk could destruct Rebuild in the ashes, cashes With the training underwater with the passion, traction Started gaining some muscle Lemme tell you it actually started raining at shows Wasn't moving no Os But it's a symbol of hustle Spreading love is an intricate puzzle And hate'll have you strung out and addicted to struggle I'm on this love as of late Smoking bud Praying to the one above I been thinking 'bout his love as of late Like a drug, you won't ever get enough I've been feeling like the plug as of late And I ain't saying it's the same kind of high If you trying to feel good And you looking for a pusher that'll push That feeling then I'm that guy I heard your plug was dry I heard your plug was dry and I think I got what you need I might be your guy No, this ain't no weed, different type of high And this flow is clearly inspired by the love below the TV Sade coming out my mama speaker box I know she see me vibin' We would speak about the way The world would try to keep me silent Keep me vibing Claim to keep the peace And then assassinate the peace makers We puff peace pipes And anticipate No, you can't get security blankets where we from Niggas have tasted money pussy and prison But never had freedom a day in his life I think that I remember Probably tastes like kindred If it's sweet I'm in my stride It's mid December in these fucking walking boots In a, John Hancock 'Cause everything the South Side constitutes is lateral But we in a different longitude So we never arrive at the same point Trees stay in the truth So I ain't never smoked the same joint twice I'm on this love as of late Smoking bud Praying to the one above I been thinking 'bout this love as of late Like a drug, you won't ever get enough I've been feeling like a plug as of late And I ain't saying it's the same kind of high If you trying to feel good And you need a pusher that'll push That feeling then I'm that guy