Lotus

Slept for three days
I was up for four
Only thinking 'bout the truth
How I open doors
How I closed them doors
When I was hoping no
But I'mma hold my yes,
And I'mma count my bless
Make it manifest
Bet it leave them breathless
I can't rep no set
I can't feel my chest
Brothers heart been dead
It's a heavy beat
But I ain't ever bending
Bitch, I learned my lesson
Only 'bout my guesses
Guess what, they reckless
Why I skipped my breakfast
Me and time connected
Change the view, perspective
Bet you gone respect it

I got
Truth up the ass
Fuck the Ku Klux the klans
Gotta spruce my bands
Gotta spruce my grass
Make another bigger bag
Swear I got the biggest hands
Let me do my fuckin' dance

Making it awkward, awkward aura
Left the office for the better
Off the rocker
Trippin' off the rock
The lock up
Blocking all the central artery
Art of peace up
For the art of love
I can't give a fuck
But I give my love
Why you trippin' cause
I was off a dub
Bro I found my runs
I'mma run my funds
Cause I gave it up
And they wonder how
But I summed it up



Credits
Writer(s): Isaiah Valenzuela
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