TRACK A ft. ABANGSAPAU Lyrics

This the type of shit that i care for

Careful, writing every word my glass is half full

Laid back, look in the mirror no longer hate that

I'm falling in love with me,

Falling in love with me

I pour my heart and i bleed and paint it on paragraphs

I had a couple homies i kicked it with just for laughs

I thought i had it all until god looked at me and laughed

He closed the door but i still left a couple tabs open

No access, was excessive but now i'm mad focused

Hard to connect with anyone who ain't a tad broken

And maybe that's why life is so full of bad omens

But by same token light is only bright in the night

So i'm just trying to fight

Done floating 'round with the wind, now i am one with the kite

No holding on to my sins, cos i got love for the kid

Who didn't know what was right

And even when he did he Never heeded his own advice

That's on regret, not listening my gut

So fuck it we move in faith, and coming out of the rut

No such thing as a clean slate, blessed be your heart

This a marathon and a relay, pass the baton

This the type of shit that i care for

Careful, writing every word my glass is half full

Laid back, look in the mirror no longer hate that

I'm falling in love with me

Falling in love with me

Thru the foreign nights

Dreaming poems in my sleep, i tend to overwrite

Catching cobras in the deep, i lost my appetite

Sickened from deceit, so im flushing all ur parasites

Burdened by the vices that i tried to fight

But it tends to

Boomaranging in the form of pride

Understand

That when abandoned you be shifting thru the paradigm

Try to minimize the damage so im often hiding

Blowing off the candlelight

And im hoping that i see your eyes twinkling

When i end up in the afterlife

Hope i aint denied

As time slowly makes its move yea the feelin does subside

Generation in demise poisoned by the satalites

Progress that be paralyzed

Truth is often double sided

The fact is that we often blinded

But theres no denying genocide

Free the people up in palastine

Fuck the evil that be killing over dotted lines

In this lifei was buttered up by privellege i could never set aside

Sheltered by a village that was built from structured bias

Imma hypocrite thats moving with defiance

In the foreign nights im hunting like orion

Seeking for some astral guidance