Music Video

Stonefruit
Watch {trackName} music video by {artistName}

Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Armand Hammer
Armand Hammer
Performer
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Sampler
F. Porter for the Happiest Africans
F. Porter for the Happiest Africans
Rap
Chaz Hall
Chaz Hall
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
F. Porter for the Happiest Africans
F. Porter for the Happiest Africans
Songwriter
C. Hall for ELUCID
C. Hall for ELUCID
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Producer
Willie Green
Willie Green
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I don't wanna lose control but I can't cramp my space to grow Comforts dull but gets us through I got so much left to undo I don't wanna lose control but I can't cramp my space to grow Comforts dull but gets us through I got so much left to undo Chaos dissolves, distills what's true I have so much more left to do It never ends, like light I bend I call four winds, sight beyond men I walk through doors, my name's on no list Change is not for sure a slow shift Glacial tides, the tides are rising Got too high? Dive in, I lied, when? I really came in on a cyclone Disciple, scribed the scroll with my eyes closed Knives thrown, Black Congo Blowin' smoke, slappin' congas, therе I go, there I go Flexibility, rеciprocity (I go) What I need but you're not all I need, that's impossible, ayy Don't wanna lose control but I can't cramp my space to grow Comforts dull but gets us through I got so much left to undo, I I don't wanna lose control, but I can't cramp my space to grow (Ayy) Comforts dull but gets us through I got so much left to undo, I Said "Okay" to save face, but she never forgave It's only so many ways you can say grace In truth, she rather cry at your grave All black regalia, we back not speakin' Back behind bougainvillea, you can't peek in Marginalia, busy with symbols and equations The story too simple to calculate it, payment post-dated The pavement gave way to a thicket of thorns Where the body lay naked as the day I was born She rocked my teeth in a necklace, gulped blood from a horn Ruby Woo, facin' Mecca, hair disheveled and torn She left what was left in a ditch, she dream of the sex She finished on top and howled in the crook of my neck She dragged the bones home and built a bed She drank Rosé out the skull but held it gentle as my living head I don't wanna lose control but I can't cramp my space to grow Comforts dull but gets us through I got so much left to undo I don't wanna lose control but I can't cramp my space to grow
Writer(s): Alan Maman, Chaz Jerome Hall, Billy Woods Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out