Foreward ft. shane arnold Lyrics

Inside

Me and my strange mind

I'm just tryna go at my own pace

Shit is gonna take time

I don't treat this life like no race

Not a lot of day-ones

I been tryna save my trust

I don't know you that much

Low on gas, and I ain't talking quarter tank

When pigs fly is when I'm hanging up the rhyme cape

Acting like I what I do is important

I ain't gonna save the day

Imma waste it all baked

Hide away, for now it's auf wiedersehen

If I'm plotting to chow, I'm gonna need a plan

Need a plane to get this fly

I must be cheating, man

Try to stay grounded to fight on an even plane

It's just C, the old man

As I get more earnest I'm reading Hemingway and making a habit to meditate

I just emit heat

The sun rises, and I'm sleep

I cooked through the night and got a beat Imma send off to shane

For us to breach with how we piece schemes

And At this point, it's just a human instinct

You want beef then we are making you minced meat

Sipping on Pinot Gris

Bullshit can miss me

Inside

Me and my strange mind

I'm just tryna go at my own pace

Shit is gonna take time

I don't treat this life like no race

Not a lot of day-ones

I been tryna save my trust

I don't know you that much

Don't bring me that bullshit

Don't come on the wave with that bullshit

I couldn't cape through that bullshit

Knew this was my year, shit I'm coming clean

Damn this bitch a ten but she model SHEIN

Exactly what I feared

Had to turn feral from the sheer amount of weak

Sheep niggas that was sleeping on the scene

I'm counting 'em out now

Crazy I be solo, so it ain't no surround sounds

I was putting work in, never did count-downs

Seen Brody with the blick he won't come out the house now

This French terry cloth keep getting me shout outs

Yeah, I make beats, but they know I'm a loud mouth

Silk protect my head top, shout out to bow wow

This beef killing niggas bro I need a halal spouse

I'm lying I'm quiet

Keeping hoes out of hiding

I'm a stepper that's silent

Nigga I made the flyer

She a YSL buyer

I'm like YSL slime

It's like 10,000 of us

You either grimy or capping

This bitch need a new Papi

I won't sit down vladdy

Giving up shit, they so happy to

When it stop hitting it's rational

I was like a fiend with no habits tho

Wasn't doing shit with my valuables

Put another hit on that catalog

Giving 'em the shit that they ain't ever had at all