Carlas Son Lyrics

Thoughts from my balcony me and Mary Jane

Plotting on a SS impala with wood grain

Maybe I'm just like my mother she loved purple rain

And don't compare me to no nigga

No we ain't the same

Steady mashin on

And I don't like to ponder on

Petty shit when thinking bigger picture put me in my zone

Im seeing palm trees good gas a calm breeze

And 10 keys everything in my garage on Forgis

Of course a bad

Top shelf nothing average

She be making soul food while I hustle making cabbage

I mean that good life I rise to the sunrise

Stay remaining patient because some things just in Gods time

Foreal

Stop forcing X's in your O's

Don't you want to floss

You ain't trying to be a boss

Walking through the mansion eat lemon pepper like that nigga Ross

That's the type of shit I strive to be on

True intentions show through action dog don't focus on tone

On N On

Love a Badu or a Aiko

Don't get caught with a city girl no good for your soul

You know

Like a Kardashian hoes that only cashing in

True colors behind curtains but in the camera lens she different

Only crave things crafted by God

Like some salmon on the grill and some corn on a cob

When my pops be on the grill man that shit be delicious

We some southern country folk but we ain't eating no crickets

Had to pull up on that motor was getting to many tickets

Wish it only took one call to hear your voice

Because I miss it

Doing doughnuts everyday I flip it the wheel when I twist it

I'm a one of one

I'm Carla's son creatively different