Letras
Look I swear to god im never swearing to god again
from my rainbow glockenspiel days I was raised in a crazy la famila
under age puffin haze in a bando
eyes glazed like a honeybun
free lunch and a chocolate milk
hard knock life we adopted it
then adapt graduate wit a doctorate
I'm the homonym of my mama nem
she a matriarch I'm a sovereign
prophet never profiting
fanatasize bout days I don't gotta swing a mop again
this ain't pressure to coal this lead to gold who better should know
this Santiago in a Honda cypher tryna find my Fatima
in a blinding light gotta time it right
see when you watch the clock it's on lean when you watch the pot it won't steam
can't listen wit ya mouth can't talk wit ya ears i walk through lines in between i need to breathe I need a break we passing green we conversate we kept the dream alive while awake shit startimg to make sense by the day
Labors of love driving you crazy
Raised by the world my faygo baby
Making the most of what they gave me
My how you've grown my faygo baby
This ain't bout no commas no this shit for yo common sense bandage on yo confidence where you learn to take a punch trauma that we self inflict no I've not been diagnosed maybe call it negligence mama tryna feed and clothe maybe I'm too sensitive