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Yours truly I walk on clouds Look down and see the world from a point of view we're true Never followed trends did what few would do Still drop tunes for you and you I'm from the glove, Motor City show me love and I show it back Check my stats Capricorn on the zodiac All the real heads know the raps Guilt Simpson in the back toasting cognac Cheers (cheers) How's this happening Yours truly Sincerely, QC PS, pump your BS breaks I'm groovy, the dream Borderline MLK Jr. and Juicy So those from loose leaf to phonos Como to how you not know My whole style is go buckwild But look both ways like Musiq Soulchild My new bowl not in my house If you plannin' to put shade in the sauce It's like Buble to white folks when I write quotes Something about it left their eyes cloudy Surrounded by the hardest this side of the Tardis Still draped up in my baggy garments Looking like rap incarnate Return of the Mac Eating Cheesecake Factory mac n' cheese balls The bread in the basket was all for me, Paul All I'm saying is I keep it fat fuck the weigh-in Any class I bash my way in I'm not for playing, still he Quick to go from Boom Bye Yeah to Kumbaya to Keef and close like Juggalos keep movements red and purple Faygos My childhood full of fables My wiring full of cables I'm boutta split the pie and take what's mine it's simultaneous If you gettin' this leather runner before I'm dead and famous Got so much more to say Let me gather up these pages Yeah Sincerely yours City known I did it for We're never sure No pity worn, get informed Painted path breath of wind I could send a storm My brain hurricane, raining like a meteor Medaphor, piggy bank burst tryna stuff a trust fund Stacking funds, education for my son Meditation keep my trigger finger numb, save a rapper from Succumbing the verse, birth the troubled sun I vision estate great grandkids relayed it straight Any occasion we use to celebrate Went from L's to elevating Held at heaven's gate but faith is all we got in a shot to make it But faith is all we got in a shot to make it Shit's getting real out here man, keep your head up Oh I was nervous then But just despondent now While I wander through aforementioned crowds Nothing left to say When the portrait's done Solipsistic truths Just feeling far from everyone
Writer(s): Joshua Maclaughlin Augustin, Samuel Winemiller Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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