12A Lyrics

Cloud nine till the lights dim

(I'm on) Cloud nine till the lights dim

(I'm on) Cloud nine till the lights dim

(I'm on) Cloud nine till the lights dim

I am

Far from a stranger of making my way on split decisions

As a preface, shit goes best when you can break position

Got no right to be a god, I'm just pushing limits

My pay-to-play is tabled, time to stake the winnings

Get the fuck out of the way

We ain't back in May

You keep on closing in

And then I hit the K

It's okay, run it back

Run it through the day

Burning at the roots

To go and snuff the flames

I'm esoteric

It's the group shots where it's most apparent

When the clarity is disparaging everything I've buried

Got some extra room on the Eastern Ferry

Been tripping at the Zoo, you can call me Harry

I don't mind

I'll never lie

Not the chosen one, shit's overdone

Down the hatch, until I'm worlds above with more run

In a hole before the work is done, the corset's snug

Size it out for when the boredom comes, then board it up

(Okay)

Get the fuck out of the way

We ain't back in May

You keep on closing in

And then I hit the K

It's okay, run it back

Run it through the day

Burning at the roots

To go and snuff the flames

Different narratives

Imperative to when I find you staring in my soul for a variance

It's very slim that you can play a role in the merriment

Bitch I'm carrying

Tryna make us both the therapist

I'm alright

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