comfortable interlude. Lyrics

My transgressons are lessons of past

Present the future with mass gatherings

Lathering bodies of men and women since young

We pray for sun until it come

I thank the Lord for fun and comfort

And "I will wait" like Sons of Mumford

Till the day He passes

Forget my classes

Drop a text to summon all the masses

Done with these facets

I'm facing my music

I face my baby

I face the newness

I face my comfort

Face myself to find what the real truth is

I'm done with blue biz

Matter of fact just let me do this

I'll take it

Trust I'll break it

I mess the game cause it aint made for innovations

These niggas stacking cat and hat and call it rapping

Bro what happened

That's an accident

We aint hear to bash the cast, innit

We all a victim, there aint a villain 'cept the business

Is cruel to see my ppl shackled

Royalties, faces sold to make a ooohhhh

I lost it

Right imma pick it up

And drop it never

Yo, I'm the son of all the people who decide to stop it

I got your talent

Got your talent

Gift frtom God, like magic

I'm making habits, changing music from the ground up

Sand up and try harder, you face McJordan

A trend starter

A rule breaker

I end harder

Rap, slap, everybody tap...then clap