Ivory ft. Shaneil Lyrics

Hoping for my suit to be Ivory coloured

When I'm surrounded in mahogany

I hope that when it is all over

My children will be looking up at me

Sometimes I feel like I'm crumbling under

All these thoughts laid flat on me

I make these songs to cover my eyelids

hopefully see Ivory

Working hard to make working feel better is a trope that we all fall under

The construct of our slumber

The one facing us like a bumper on roads

It's pathetic fallacy and I see Thunder and snow

These words that I write subtly worth a milli of dough

Like the curtain on the set of which Dwayne Carter unfolds

Rap is a lost religion and I'll see how far it will go

If I follow my heart through all these crimson leaning doors

I'm falling through floors

And yet

I catch a second wind

When I think of all my friends

And all of the things that got me here

How ungrateful I have been in some times throughout the years

And how humble I should have been when music didn't yet make sense

I've been thinking bout the past yeah

I've been thinking bout us

To all my people

Hoping for my suit to be Ivory coloured

When I'm surrounded in mahogany

I hope that when it is all over

My children will be looking up at me

Sometimes I feel like I'm crumbling under

All these thoughts laid flat on me

I make these songs to cover my eyelids

And hopefully see Ivory

Sooner or later the past will present itself to the future

And soon the paper will turn back to the tree that you buried at when they shoot ya

Heineken drinkers reading the Kamasutra

Suited up waiting for mass like murder is due now

Hurt people hurt people Kendrick said it best

So when you going out in public now it's advisable that you wear a vest

A side mirror in your hand next to the half a pound of sess

Praying to Allah you don't get shivved on the way back from a sesh

The world always been crooked the dentist was far away

The system has since been bugging nobody is feeling shame

My Ivory coffin shining the question is when I'm dead

Will I get a chance to be buried inside of its mesh

Or will I be presented a dirt mud trail

A four feet ditch dug up fast so no one could tell

That my existence ever mattered the songs would never sell

My attitude reprimanded never could see me yell

I'm hoping that everybody understand my messages

I will rap until I'm dead, and before that is evident

Make my coffin for me I will be sleeping in

No ID my mentor now let the story begin

Hoping for my suit to be Ivory coloured

When I'm surrounded in mahogany

I hope that when it is all over

My children will be looking up at me

Sometimes I feel like I'm crumbling under

All these thoughts laid flat on me

I make these songs to cover my eyelids

And hopefully see Ivory