Séance (feat. Yoh)

Prayers, outside blessing seance,

Circle getting smaller,

Figured I should call you to check in,

Honest with myself no problem,

Figured I might call Ya

My dreams might come to me in these blue-ish tones,

The inspo hit like a ton of bricks,

The merlot sit like you said it would,

I was blunted huh?

Smoke the truth,

after image when the hindsight’s quick,

to follow me like winter after fall,

and the sidewalk sticks with salt,

But I got too much to let,

off my chest and shit,

too OP but I couldn’t tap into it,

how the fuck I land back at square again? These square roots deep as the hole I dig, figured that my finesse might just be enough street shit come in clutch,

fly low on UAV and stayed this comet’s course,

but on days I need some space,

Astronaut,

somewhere deep in the woods it’s just me and my stick,

slick talk bussing shots,

For the moon to hear,

almost forgot, the goal in mind

like one piece but I need the whole pie, get the bands then spin it back and get my badges then I’m gone.

Prayers, outside blessing seance,

Circle getting smaller,

Figured I should call you to check in,

Honest with myself no problem,

Figured I might call Ya