Flow
I wonder
Why do people tell you not to chase your dreams
Escape the scene
Create your own
Then write the script
There ain't no fucking tv-screen
Change can happen faster than a laser beam
Gotta be willing to tell yourself that
Only you can make 'em see
Only you can self-teach
Only you can choose wether you wealthy
Make it out the system, out the motherfucking hell G
The system we just so happen to know
Ain't ever been healthy
Lettin' them tell me what I can or can not do
Ain't ever helped me
So while we fucking speak can you tell me
What do you think is the sense of life
Is there a god to catch a gold leaf before
The winter takes it all from the fall
Spring-loaded rifle like my motivation for rapping
Has turned into a weapon
You goin' see me get this fucking bread
No cappin', no cappin', no cappin'
I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go
Lemme just sit here in my flow
I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go
Lemme just sit here in my yuh
I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go
Lemme just sit here in my flow
I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go
Lemme just sit here in my yuh
Spit that, spit that, spit that, spit that
Double time, spit that
I got so many fucking thoughts in my head
That I can't keep countin' 'em
I got so many fucking thoughts in my head
That I can't keep countin' 'em
Can't keep countin' 'em
Gotta go pull my own strings
Gotta go grow my own wings
Fly like a butterfly
Sting like a killerbee
Will I be
Seen on the big screen heard from a sidewalk
Out the black limousine with the tinted windows
From the bass you can tell that it's my sound
From the base you can tell that it's my song
From this voice hear my cloud
Hear me now a young king, going through something
Try'na get his damn crown
Yeah pick up that shit like you really really own that
No it's not a tear drop
It's a sheer thought
Imagine a peer walk
Listenin' to birds talk
Red clouds with a burst of
Yellow from a sunset
In my thoughts, in my world
Where there are no fucking guns at
I love watching shooting stars
But I never want 'em dead
I love watching shooting stars
But I don't want 'em dead, don't want 'em dead nah
(I guess I'll take it)
Why do people tell you not to chase your dreams
Escape the scene
Create your own
Then write the script
There ain't no fucking tv-screen
Change can happen faster than a laser beam
Gotta be willing to tell yourself that
Only you can make 'em see
Only you can self-teach
Only you can choose wether you wealthy
Make it out the system, out the motherfucking hell G
The system we just so happen to know
Ain't ever been healthy
Lettin' them tell me what I can or can not do
Ain't ever helped me
So while we fucking speak can you tell me
What do you think is the sense of life
Is there a god to catch a gold leaf before
The winter takes it all from the fall
Spring-loaded rifle like my motivation for rapping
Has turned into a weapon
You goin' see me get this fucking bread
No cappin', no cappin', no cappin'
I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go
Lemme just sit here in my flow
I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go
Lemme just sit here in my yuh
I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go
Lemme just sit here in my flow
I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go
Lemme just sit here in my yuh
Spit that, spit that, spit that, spit that
Double time, spit that
I got so many fucking thoughts in my head
That I can't keep countin' 'em
I got so many fucking thoughts in my head
That I can't keep countin' 'em
Can't keep countin' 'em
Gotta go pull my own strings
Gotta go grow my own wings
Fly like a butterfly
Sting like a killerbee
Will I be
Seen on the big screen heard from a sidewalk
Out the black limousine with the tinted windows
From the bass you can tell that it's my sound
From the base you can tell that it's my song
From this voice hear my cloud
Hear me now a young king, going through something
Try'na get his damn crown
Yeah pick up that shit like you really really own that
No it's not a tear drop
It's a sheer thought
Imagine a peer walk
Listenin' to birds talk
Red clouds with a burst of
Yellow from a sunset
In my thoughts, in my world
Where there are no fucking guns at
I love watching shooting stars
But I never want 'em dead
I love watching shooting stars
But I don't want 'em dead, don't want 'em dead nah
(I guess I'll take it)
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Writer(s): Leonard Rost
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