Chiasma
Yeah, yeah, yeah, um, ay
I said my name made me, say those things, baby
Live a life of peace, lady, I'm sure my place Hades
I don't need a thing, baby, just need to think, baby
I don't need a thing, baby, just need to think
Micah with me when the fight left me, and the light heavy
So I hit the dark lighters, burning out my spark
Levees breaking from the art, baby
And I'm Katrina, ain't been thinking 'bout the bar lately
'Cause I don't need it, I been dreaming 'bout a car lately
And it's careening, and I'm just screaming in the dark, hazy
The car speeding in the middle of the street, crawling, a lil' baby
And I wake up out that dream sprawling, a lil' shaky
I been thinking 'bout how dreams end, and how my means end
And how I need friends but hate niggas, I been treading in the deep end
And I don't need fins, 'cause when my feet hit the bottom, I'll be cradled
I'm a lazy motherfucker, either that or I'm a workhorse
Niggas want my waves but they need way bigger surfboards
Niggas want this tape and they just preying on my hurt for it
Drinking on the third floor to laying on the third floor
And laying in the dirt for this shit, I swear I'm willing
Brave enough to search for the shit I know I'm missing
Craving for that hurt, probably gon' be my ending
Tryna be the bridge between my father and my sister
Tryna be the shit for a while 'fore I'm incinerated
Tryna be the kid for my mama, she could feel elated
Owe her 'cause she liberate me, know she see me in her face
Know my brothers imitate me, though we in a different place
Though I'm out here, though I'm out here for this money
Could fail a million ways, they still be dumb enough to love me
Or trust enough to love me, swear I'm so fucking lucky
I still attribute it to talent, 'cause I love the gluttony
Just like I love the fame, and I love the pride
Just like I love the pain, and I love the ride
Yeah, I swear, I love the fame, and I love the pride
Just like I love the pain, and I love the ride
That's why I'm not from here, I'm from the other route
I'm ready to go back to the- (go back to the-)
This shit petty (this shit petty)
I look at these niggas be petty
I'm not dissin' 'em, ain't like, hurt, right, hm-hm
Close-minded (yeah), I be like
I don't even talk, I just be like that for real
I just hope they get it before-
Someone else expressin' it (else expressin' it)
I said my name made me, say those things, baby
Live a life of peace, lady, I'm sure my place Hades
I don't need a thing, baby, just need to think, baby
I don't need a thing, baby, just need to think
Micah with me when the fight left me, and the light heavy
So I hit the dark lighters, burning out my spark
Levees breaking from the art, baby
And I'm Katrina, ain't been thinking 'bout the bar lately
'Cause I don't need it, I been dreaming 'bout a car lately
And it's careening, and I'm just screaming in the dark, hazy
The car speeding in the middle of the street, crawling, a lil' baby
And I wake up out that dream sprawling, a lil' shaky
I been thinking 'bout how dreams end, and how my means end
And how I need friends but hate niggas, I been treading in the deep end
And I don't need fins, 'cause when my feet hit the bottom, I'll be cradled
I'm a lazy motherfucker, either that or I'm a workhorse
Niggas want my waves but they need way bigger surfboards
Niggas want this tape and they just preying on my hurt for it
Drinking on the third floor to laying on the third floor
And laying in the dirt for this shit, I swear I'm willing
Brave enough to search for the shit I know I'm missing
Craving for that hurt, probably gon' be my ending
Tryna be the bridge between my father and my sister
Tryna be the shit for a while 'fore I'm incinerated
Tryna be the kid for my mama, she could feel elated
Owe her 'cause she liberate me, know she see me in her face
Know my brothers imitate me, though we in a different place
Though I'm out here, though I'm out here for this money
Could fail a million ways, they still be dumb enough to love me
Or trust enough to love me, swear I'm so fucking lucky
I still attribute it to talent, 'cause I love the gluttony
Just like I love the fame, and I love the pride
Just like I love the pain, and I love the ride
Yeah, I swear, I love the fame, and I love the pride
Just like I love the pain, and I love the ride
That's why I'm not from here, I'm from the other route
I'm ready to go back to the- (go back to the-)
This shit petty (this shit petty)
I look at these niggas be petty
I'm not dissin' 'em, ain't like, hurt, right, hm-hm
Close-minded (yeah), I be like
I don't even talk, I just be like that for real
I just hope they get it before-
Someone else expressin' it (else expressin' it)
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Writer(s): Omavi Minder
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