Window to the Soul (feat. Kelly Moonstone)

Window to the soul

Ceiling meet the wall

Find me on the Vogue, I'm like a ballroom star

If the category grace

If the category bars

If the category poise, trust, I'ma take all

I'ma take off, trust

Ain't no slowing up, bruh

Navy been a boss and haters love me in rut

I'm embracing all the flaws and the shit I wouldn't touch, uh

Now it's most tangible, the animal in us, yeah

Limbic, limbo, Timbos and blunts

I don't miss those, spliffs rolled, grabba with the Runtz

I'm a rich soul, flipmode, I tip-toe and stunt

Talkin' egg shells, the path made, my partner didn't run

Been a long day, that Bombay had me rather drunk

I was gone then, not at all phased, now that I've sobered up

When I saw fate, I saw death, I saw self

It's all dealt, saw life, them long nights waiting for the sun

Living wrong rights, and when I left I put my faith in us

I give time, time and me love, mysteries to eat up

My knee fucked, I gotta kick my feet up, relax

Responding to the worry different, I would just react, facts

**** claim they know me well but they don't know themselves well enough

I'm well off, I project she was jezebel

But that was insecurities, eternity is met

When I flex my wings I'm flourishing my purpose in a shell

My protection is for certain, B, pull the curtains see

My innermost I'm servicing, I won't vanish from the heat

That's what the furness bring, I've learned a thing or two

Cut the trunk and see the birch rings

I'm unearthing, what is present within my person

Ceiling meet the wall

Find me on the Vogue, I'm like a ballroom star

If the category grace

If the category bars

If the category poise, trust, I'ma take all

Window to the soul

Ceiling meet the wall

Find me on the Vogue, I'm like a ballroom star

If the category grace

If the category bars

If the category poise, trust, I'ma take all

If the category's grace I got it all

When I pirouette onto the stage it make a **** jaw fall

I'm on pointe like a pen with a ball

I stand above these ****, but I'm five-foot, seven-inch tall

Yeah, I make a man crawl on all fours

Just so he could kiss the ground I skip on, while I reapply my lip balm

I need some palm trees, a drink to sip on

Out to Santorini with my **** when we get on

Me and Zola planned it out

Got the map and scanned the route

I got tunnel vision, I ain't tryna take no roundabout

Just fuck with me the long way

While I build from ground up with this raw clay

Soon enough you'll see me at the Barclay

But they still can't see me on my best day

Wrote this on a Sunday, man, I'm working on my rest day

Pencil to the paper like it's test day

But I been knew that I would pass

I'm at the top of my class

See through **** like glass stained windows

All these friendly **** ain't ya kinfolk

They intimidated by a pen stroke

Bunch of bitches, swear they on they menstrual

Get these **** a pad

Grown ass men and I still son 'em like I'm Dad

Shit is getting old, man, this shit is getting sad

This music is my life, but to you it's just a fad

Hopefully this phase shall too will pass

Don't forget these rainy days don't last, till then, I'll be lookin out the

Window to the soul

Ceiling meet the wall

Find me on the Vogue, I'm like a ballroom star

If the category grace

If the category bars

If the category poise, trust, I'ma take all

Window to the soul

Ceiling meet the wall

Find me on the Vogue, I'm like a ballroom star

If the category grace

If the category bars

If the category poise, trust, I'ma take all