Blud ft. JHÔN The Gift & Qx3rd Lyrics

Unconditional love for additional beings besides self

Must see what's inside self

Reflection shown can't find happiness in someone else

Who the wealthiest is

Fishing I'll teach you

Only possessives will need you

You'll be blessed if they knead you

Watch you grow

Mold you

Feed you

Is it normal to seek truth

We cling to youth

But the strongest have deep roots

Soo abundant they drop jewels

Give gifts and they leave tools

For you

Not their pet

Better yet not their child

Ain't seen them in a while what happened to their smile

Take a kiss for every moment that I missed you

Not knowing I had issues

Now knowing that I miss used you

Yeah

Nah

Damn

They're trying to cast me in the wrong role

Don't gotta say it to my face

Your hatred

Say it to my soul

Is it ok to be myself?

I know the infamous 'they' out yelling

I'm useless

Threw away the excuses in case I'm doomed to just

Be another 'get used to me' that used to be

Tell me what you think of my attempt

I wonder will they brag about me

If my wallet full of pocket lint

I'm off the diving end

Whenever I can leave my loneliness for genius

They trade bibles in for bullets

Get to selling dope for demons

Borrowed Jhôn's guitar

He told me "we could pull some strings

And even make them stay tuned"

They're trying to prosecute us for our langston hues

Outerspatial views help me reroute stars

I press a pen into the paper

Til it bleed out bars

Get yours, nigga

We got ours

Got 'em

Wondering what type of shit he full of

That make him quick enough to kick

A rhyme they wish they could of

That bullshit ain't good enough

From you anymore