Sencillo / Pista

LORD WILLIN'

Kway Cush•Audio Oficial (YouTube API)

Letras

Yeah, I said

Sorry for the wait, and thank for your patience

Had to shift the manual, you know since time was racing

I was fuming prone to exhaust, crashed from all the burnout

Clutched my craft, measured against stuff I used to churn out

Stop y'all debating, dawg I'm just getting to the bacon

It's no accident, dudes think they gas, but they flatulent

Fraudulent actors in practice, look who's back in action

Ain't no movie captions, y'all gonna hear this fire rapping

What you suppose to do when everything is spiraling?

Despite working hard to attain everything that you been eying

Make an excuse, or fight the way that the country designed it?

Or accomplish those goals before you old or close to expiring

Kway you came long way, swear its been a long way

Twenty-twenty messed me up, trauma now behind me

Moms had a health scare, my pops had a health scare

Pulled out a chunk of my hair while switching my career

It's way past the growing stage, it's on to Hunger Pangs

Swear some homies told me they gave up on this music thing

I'm confused cause ain't we still young? Am I the one denying?

Or am I the one realizing dreams ain't always meant for dying?

But forget that, guess I'll double down on these investments

Working late nights, swear my results love to play clandestine

Sucks cause I know, for success is what Im destined

I standardized the feeling, though this life is prone to testing

Lord Willin'

Yeah

Lord Willin'

Yeah

Lord Willin'

Yeah

Lord Willin'

Yeah

Lord Willin'

Yeah

Lord Willin'

Yeah

Lord Willin'

I kiss my index and middle finger, put it to the sky

Thank the come up, as I dodge the hate lurking in disguise

Then I hit the pad, had to soul search, self analyze

Crashed the window on some issues that I couldn't Minimize

It was sal fish for dinner, what I wrote had a glimmer

Squeezing memories tight, cause I been through the wringer

Not a pretender, bravado fills my agenda it carry me home

Can't slip, I gotta go no chaperone

Kway keep climbing! working on this timing

The next drop gon' be polished, plaques need to be diamond

It's that New York native, Strong island representative

The emcee who trash ya lyrics if it's too reparative

They rapping for clickbate, starving for a mention

I smash they wall of sound, my pen swing with intention

I show out, but can't fight this feeling in my intestine

A feeling telling my vision it's life is being threatened

Everything comes in time, and you really can't force it

Lyrics captures stills like a Gordon Parks portrait,

From Buxton to Brooklyn, Brentwood, I made a transition

Filled my composition, faith in self a new religion

Treading towards a mil', death and taxes a raw deal

Truly, I say to who is you keeping it real? Cause,

Ain't no stopping the champagne from poppin'

Your opps from plottin', the law from watching

I mean to tell the truth man,

Y'all know what I came to do...

Let's get on with the proceedings

Ensamblando tu reproductor de música con IA

LORD WILLIN'

Letras