Sometimes
Fee-fi-foe-feelings
Nothing new, never do on stage
I need a break (Sometimes)
I keep my aim (Sometimes)
I need my space (Sometimes)
When I'm in my fee-fi-foe-feelings
I know what it takes (Sometimes)
Hope you relate (Sometimes)
Losing ain't nothing new
But I never do on stage
I need a break (Sometimes)
I keep my aim (Sometimes)
I need my space (Sometimes)
When I'm in my fee-fi-foe-feelings
I know what it takes (Sometimes)
Hope you relate (Sometimes)
Losing ain't nothing new
But I never do on stage
New life coming with some bad habits
Cigarettes for the stress
Side-stepping ashy niggas
Trying to flex in the madness
We some madmen, writing Glyph's high
On some passion you can only make a plan with
When, money come like a drug
For a junkie in a backroom, looking for a cash-in
When, rabbit holes turn to rapids
For the ration
Like light coming through when I'm anxious
On the mike, I could take you to Atlantis
On the mike, I could make do when I make it
Only ever need a nigga's word on a payslip
Lines like jewels leave a nigga jaded
Chosen in a room full of chaff gets so grim
When I reap maize for the taken
So slim, when your chances come with base-heads
Coming up in a land full of racists
Cool cliques, no verve for the vagrants
Coming up with a sleeve full of aces
No spades, my grave in the making
Coming down with a view of the matrix
Disturbed, these words never saved them
Coming down with a mood for the same shit
For the same shit
I need a break (Sometimes)
I keep my aim (Sometimes)
I need my space (Sometimes)
When I'm in my fee-fi-foe-feelings
I know what it takes (Sometimes)
Hope you relate (Sometimes)
Losing ain't nothing new
But I never do on stage
Fuck the glitch and the game you rig
Real nigga with a phantom lip
You're an anchor to a sinking ship
Why you fucking with my acid trip
I need my money with the land you kept
Fuck your lists, man
I spit for clips that rang empty on a woman, child, man
So black as death
The bloodline punch lines for Chris
Cut ties when I clench the clip
For a sea full of clenching fists
Boardrooms never made amends
Might move like the blame you shift
Blame you for the same offense
Takes two to relay the sin
I say you were never made for this
Nah, you could never the shake the kid
Fact: I intimidate you, bitch
2020 with a slight to stitch
I'm 20-20 while your eye pretends
The vibe's like a Mai Tai for a masochist
Nothing new, never do on stage
I need a break (Sometimes)
I keep my aim (Sometimes)
I need my space (Sometimes)
When I'm in my fee-fi-foe-feelings
I know what it takes (Sometimes)
Hope you relate (Sometimes)
Losing ain't nothing new
But I never do on stage
I need a break (Sometimes)
I keep my aim (Sometimes)
I need my space (Sometimes)
When I'm in my fee-fi-foe-feelings
I know what it takes (Sometimes)
Hope you relate (Sometimes)
Losing ain't nothing new
But I never do on stage
New life coming with some bad habits
Cigarettes for the stress
Side-stepping ashy niggas
Trying to flex in the madness
We some madmen, writing Glyph's high
On some passion you can only make a plan with
When, money come like a drug
For a junkie in a backroom, looking for a cash-in
When, rabbit holes turn to rapids
For the ration
Like light coming through when I'm anxious
On the mike, I could take you to Atlantis
On the mike, I could make do when I make it
Only ever need a nigga's word on a payslip
Lines like jewels leave a nigga jaded
Chosen in a room full of chaff gets so grim
When I reap maize for the taken
So slim, when your chances come with base-heads
Coming up in a land full of racists
Cool cliques, no verve for the vagrants
Coming up with a sleeve full of aces
No spades, my grave in the making
Coming down with a view of the matrix
Disturbed, these words never saved them
Coming down with a mood for the same shit
For the same shit
I need a break (Sometimes)
I keep my aim (Sometimes)
I need my space (Sometimes)
When I'm in my fee-fi-foe-feelings
I know what it takes (Sometimes)
Hope you relate (Sometimes)
Losing ain't nothing new
But I never do on stage
Fuck the glitch and the game you rig
Real nigga with a phantom lip
You're an anchor to a sinking ship
Why you fucking with my acid trip
I need my money with the land you kept
Fuck your lists, man
I spit for clips that rang empty on a woman, child, man
So black as death
The bloodline punch lines for Chris
Cut ties when I clench the clip
For a sea full of clenching fists
Boardrooms never made amends
Might move like the blame you shift
Blame you for the same offense
Takes two to relay the sin
I say you were never made for this
Nah, you could never the shake the kid
Fact: I intimidate you, bitch
2020 with a slight to stitch
I'm 20-20 while your eye pretends
The vibe's like a Mai Tai for a masochist
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Writer(s): Lungelo Manzi
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