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Flowers
03:01
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Ain’t thinking too hard about it
They say the hardest part of a task is just to start it
Yeah flows cathartic uh
on the mic I come correct like an audit
Back to class like august schooling you artist look
I gotta clear my headspace
I got big goals and anxiety’s deadweight
Never wait for others to make moves happen
Said I’d do it myself and thats no cappin
Your captain until I’m one of the dead poets
Legendary like Kanye and Hov looping Otis
Fuck 12 they kill us and send no condolence
I pay tax to fund my opponents
I aint hopeless tho,
I’ll make noise until I ain’t got a voice to flow
You can find me in the streets like the homeless folk
And if this intro is too deep I apologize
I feel qualified to say
Said ima need my need my flowers today
Don’t wait until it’s too late
I’m done with social media
I’m tired of yall spreading news thats about as true as shit on wikipedia
And if we disconnect I never needed ya
I live my life let God be the judge
My best friend think our whole friend group could use therapist
Yeh this the life we inherited
Aspirations of living elegant
Black excellent and feminist to me there’s nothing more relevant
Peep the etiquette, finer than most
Eat with my bros then I’m making a toast
Spread love while I have the chance
Before the day it’s outta my hands
Said ima need my need my flowers today
Don’t wait until it’s too late
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Bronxite
02:18
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Got lots of lessons I've learned at others expense
I wish I had good excuses I got no defense
Mistakes that I had to make to be the man I am now
I told my ex, my last ex wished for the man I am now
I try not to dwell,
But I’ve done a lot of growing inside of this shell
I’m a bronxite, bars colder than Klondike
Talk about my fam and its on site
I’m like the dark knight if he ever came uptown
Never thought Id see the day my whole city shut down
I was posed to be in Berlin throwing back a shot glass
My momma always say we make and plans and God laughs
thats facts, yeah I got a lot of goals
But I try to only focus on what I can control
Making beats on computers but they still got soul
And i prolly still be recording when Im scrawny and old
Hablo español my pops came in the eighties
From the other half of Haiti, hustling on the daily
I try to think of his struggle whenever Im feeling lazy
Tho I work harder than most dont try to play me
grew up on chicken wings from the chinos
Me I like my girls reals spicy like jalapeños
Know a couple dudes be scamming like a casino
Gotta get it how ya can when you starting from zero ya dig
Yea I seen a lot
Been lots of places
And I ain't gon stop
I been grinding all my life cause I really want more
Spending all this money on things I can't afford
Just know I really want it I’m hustla to the core
I ain’t focused on before, I want more
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Chances
02:58
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Bestfriend
02:50
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