Stoic Poet
Breathe
Breathe
Breathe
It's like they still don't get it
2020 they gon see this vision
Yo listen
Stoic poet gotta cope with all the tragedies
In humanity
All the shit that a nigga can't unsee
Numb to the red rum tryna cop a plea
All they ever wanna do is make a mockery
For some notoriety on their ig
But I'm coo on the extra shit to stay relevant
Gotta move more benevolent whether it's relevant
Lord knows I been focused on the better things
In the midst of the times unsettling
Light the wick playing Switch "There'll Never Be"
While my girl stressing me about a wedding ring
Make her say at last like Etta James
I been saying it's just too ugly for fame
I mean look what happened to that nigga Eddie Kane
Name drops went over your head like the fucking rain
I'm just saying (Woooo)
Mind still crawling out the dark
Thought I seen a light, but a spark from the flame
Of the BIC to the wick, that's a start
I done wrote about a thousand rhymes
Ego died about a thousand times
They just worried bout a dollar sign
Going out of bounds getting out of line
When their career headed for the bed time
They gon go wilding just for them headlines
Riding coattails for a co-sign
Praying that they can get more shine damn
And if you offended to you it's intended
Hakuna matata I'm kicking my feet up
I'm feeling so splendid
Breathe
Breathe
It's like they still don't get it
2020 they gon see this vision
Yo listen
Stoic poet gotta cope with all the tragedies
In humanity
All the shit that a nigga can't unsee
Numb to the red rum tryna cop a plea
All they ever wanna do is make a mockery
For some notoriety on their ig
But I'm coo on the extra shit to stay relevant
Gotta move more benevolent whether it's relevant
Lord knows I been focused on the better things
In the midst of the times unsettling
Light the wick playing Switch "There'll Never Be"
While my girl stressing me about a wedding ring
Make her say at last like Etta James
I been saying it's just too ugly for fame
I mean look what happened to that nigga Eddie Kane
Name drops went over your head like the fucking rain
I'm just saying (Woooo)
Mind still crawling out the dark
Thought I seen a light, but a spark from the flame
Of the BIC to the wick, that's a start
I done wrote about a thousand rhymes
Ego died about a thousand times
They just worried bout a dollar sign
Going out of bounds getting out of line
When their career headed for the bed time
They gon go wilding just for them headlines
Riding coattails for a co-sign
Praying that they can get more shine damn
And if you offended to you it's intended
Hakuna matata I'm kicking my feet up
I'm feeling so splendid
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Writer(s): Matthew Mcmullen
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