Dread ft. Alma 16, Departure & klwn cat Lyrics

I know y'all dreaded my return I'm pulling up with Scotts

She saved my contact as Webley cause I keep shooting my shots

And I got to move

Cause if I don't soon then I'm trapped here for many moons

That I couldn't do

I look up to the sky and I see her face planted in the stars

I shot far past the moon and I landed in her arms

Now I'm safe and sound

Fuck a city and a capital I'll say what I want

I don't even got the time to try and give a fuck

I heard these European kids ain't heard a thing about the natives

But I had to study Rome in high school and I aced it

And y'all gonna act like I'm bitter

Kick the Anish to the ground and I get up still a quitter

I ain't ever enough nah I'm just too much

Y'all couldn't see the vision if it blew up like Puff

But I'll bring you to my heights I never needed the luck

Now I feel my dreads grow like the roots to the tree of life

Give or take a year Parished fighting for the last of nine

Lives but ain't nobody call me Puss

Clowning around cause you'd be a joke to push down

Y'all can't bring me down on my college dropout

Like I'm Ye in 04 finna up the score now

Peep the board how the fuck did I get up again?

I was down a couple till I mustered up some love to give myself

Cause it helps being selfish a bit

I was delving in hell till I rose out the pit

Goals on my list gotta check em off for I check out

Learned a lot in my life think it's time to ace the test now

Best out but the dread of failure held me back

Can't be scared of that so instead I tear up all these raps

Protected like a password no fast work this a long grind

Stay in order like you quantized

If you play with mines I might go off on a kill spree

Whole lotta red like wake up Filthy

They don't know the real me but I'm finna show 'em

Misplaced my hurt think I put her in these poems

I'm not a cocoon collider out of my mind paraglider man

Klwn cat scratch fever staring at a sterile fan

Where I sleep is my stage the revolving bandstand

'Cause I'm in a poet band with five friends

We're pretending to carpool across the desert sands

Touched a feral fang now I got the biggest brain like I'm Krang

I recently discovered the looking glass self

Looked in the mirror and everything changed

Man it's the rap beautician composition inflicter

Hit them with the one-two I'm cool my eyes-eyes captain to skipper

Skip the vinyl put a nickel on the needle

I'm needy to wake up the nappers sleeping to Remember the Little People

Back on my white Bukowski bullshit flip it

Had a matte finish in the pulpit

More spit than a llama with the rhymes like dimes

Got a one hundred million dollar bill on my mind

How eloquent it's enough to make a grown man cry

This is your brain on crack in the pan the egg fries

I never tasted the coke couldn't stand the addiction

I was always afraid of losing my diction in it