Equinox
Who we
At the end of the day we free
To be
One of each
So let your mind go
And let it grow wings like an angel
Self-esteem doesn't grow on trees
But, it really does remind me of one
Cause, in the fall we ain't got the leaves
But the sun come up and we just springin' back up on em
Back it up, back it up, back it up, now
Spring forward time to rise and shine out
Like a star flick it off its a blackout
Fresher than a muh' feeling like a rad child
I got a vision and the vision got me lifted
Nothing real anymore I'm just riffin
Catch you on the other side, I just got acquitted
Shots to yo' biddid no cap watch the fitted
I want some steam
I need some accompanying
Just watch me go
I just need someone to believe
In me
In me
Y'all can call it corny but the cob ain't a hurdle
Hop stepping 'boutta pop about to see cuz I'm the kernel
Drop in Dollarama cop a lighter for inferno
In my sternum, yeah I got my mind equal like the vernal
Call it corny but the cob ain't a hurdle
Boutta pop about to see cuz I'm the kernel
Drop in Dollarama cop a lighter for inferno
I keep my mind equal like the vernal but eternal
50 Percent of my soul is a whole part of me that ain't never where I go or do I know
Highs and lows we been through but I don't know what it really means to me
But my senses easin' me
Knowing that one day we will cross paths, just imagine
Sometimes things happen some would call it magic
Bad times shit happens really ain't it tragic
Certain shit in my life I would classify as latter but you run into shit
That's gonna turn you to a savage if you channel it
Kinda devilish
I don't meddle with
Stick to my guns I pop out the ones
I'm really not the one on twos to have fun
Pop pop pop pop pop, and buss shots
Gettin' lit to suppress my uncompressed thoughts
Where the thots, then you wonder who done gave you the dots that you caught
Connect the dots gotta connect the thoughts, you thot
You fuckin thought
Y'all can call it corny but the cob ain't a hurdle
Hop steppin', 'boutta pop about to see cuz I'm the kernel
Drop in dollarama cop a lighter for inferno
In my sternum yeah I got my mind equal like the vernal
Call it corny but the cob ain't a hurdle
Boutta pop about to see cuz I'm the kernel
Drop in dollarama cop a lighter for inferno
I keep my mind equal like the vernal but eternal
At the end of the day we free
To be
One of each
So let your mind go
And let it grow wings like an angel
Self-esteem doesn't grow on trees
But, it really does remind me of one
Cause, in the fall we ain't got the leaves
But the sun come up and we just springin' back up on em
Back it up, back it up, back it up, now
Spring forward time to rise and shine out
Like a star flick it off its a blackout
Fresher than a muh' feeling like a rad child
I got a vision and the vision got me lifted
Nothing real anymore I'm just riffin
Catch you on the other side, I just got acquitted
Shots to yo' biddid no cap watch the fitted
I want some steam
I need some accompanying
Just watch me go
I just need someone to believe
In me
In me
Y'all can call it corny but the cob ain't a hurdle
Hop stepping 'boutta pop about to see cuz I'm the kernel
Drop in Dollarama cop a lighter for inferno
In my sternum, yeah I got my mind equal like the vernal
Call it corny but the cob ain't a hurdle
Boutta pop about to see cuz I'm the kernel
Drop in Dollarama cop a lighter for inferno
I keep my mind equal like the vernal but eternal
50 Percent of my soul is a whole part of me that ain't never where I go or do I know
Highs and lows we been through but I don't know what it really means to me
But my senses easin' me
Knowing that one day we will cross paths, just imagine
Sometimes things happen some would call it magic
Bad times shit happens really ain't it tragic
Certain shit in my life I would classify as latter but you run into shit
That's gonna turn you to a savage if you channel it
Kinda devilish
I don't meddle with
Stick to my guns I pop out the ones
I'm really not the one on twos to have fun
Pop pop pop pop pop, and buss shots
Gettin' lit to suppress my uncompressed thoughts
Where the thots, then you wonder who done gave you the dots that you caught
Connect the dots gotta connect the thoughts, you thot
You fuckin thought
Y'all can call it corny but the cob ain't a hurdle
Hop steppin', 'boutta pop about to see cuz I'm the kernel
Drop in dollarama cop a lighter for inferno
In my sternum yeah I got my mind equal like the vernal
Call it corny but the cob ain't a hurdle
Boutta pop about to see cuz I'm the kernel
Drop in dollarama cop a lighter for inferno
I keep my mind equal like the vernal but eternal
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Writer(s): Aaron Dawkins-phillips
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