Words ain't flowing like they used to

The bird ain't crowded all season back home,

the bugs won't chirp, they refuse to

And the sum won't act on their virtues

Who got the worse news

Who wanna take a lil' trek in my church shoes

And my canvas been smothered in red and I can't get to bed but I'd never disturb you

Life been good but a check been better

I been hearing my name on occasion

I shout from the roof, I'm a real trend setter

Wife in the booth, that's the real vendetta

Time in the city been feelin' like a set up

Silence when I'm in it,

This a real love letter

Time heal my feelings

But the grind keep me killin' off the love that would keep it from festering, swell up

None the less shit sweet

Che bella

Lil' mic, lil' screen my set up

Lil' ice, lil' cream

Lil' leather

Last week I found a lil' sweater

It smelled like home

And a time we was better

Outside seen the old woodpecker

He had your color eyes, and the same brown feathers

And the same old sound endeavors

My world ain't spinning how I need it to

I'm tryna' sit up on the iron, I'm tryna beat em to it

I got a taste of this life

I'm tryna feed it to you

I'm tryna see it with you

I'm tryna uh

I'm tryna pop champagne

In a place I don't know

With some folks I don't love

So I can act in a way

I won't have explain Same time next month

I roll way too much in my Blunt

It won't shut I mean it really it's stuffed

I got way too much on the front my top piece

Other times it a lack there of

Other times it's a lack there uhh

Other times it's a lack there of

I do my half of this shi

Leave the half up to god

Bru believe me I'm back from the uh

Bru believe me I'm back from the rut

Bru believe me I'm standing on top of my business as long as I'm under the sun

Bru believe me I'm standing on top of my business as long as I'm under the sun