Bon Apettit
Highest in the room kicking tunes
Whatever's planted will surely bloom
Wait for it soon
Aim for the stars
Land on the moon covered in wounds
Still been intangible since I came out the womb
I'm one hundred and sixteen degrees in June
In the mojave
With a mouth full of wasabi
Knowing the deal
I'll with the flow, he's going for mills
Spills a mix of plato and napoleon hill
Vision is godly, spirit filled and still
To feel the ethos, we only need the will
Time often flies
We don't optimize
We don't often try
We sigh and feed ourselves constant lies
If you're feeling low, this is your call to rise
The brave make better ways
The weak will compromise
Headed twenty floors higher
Burning desire
Light some sage and light the stage on fire
It's definite
Faith helps you harness it to your benefit
Any negative thought is irrelevant
Dispel of it
This is spiritual medicine, meditational poetry
Promise yall I'm working way more
like I'm suppose to be
Merchandise is coming and we still making our own beats
Investing and collecting my mechanical royalties
Maybe this year she'll notice me
I don't know by then might not be noticing
And however things way out
Always a way out
This was food for thought, hold your plate out
Whatever's planted will surely bloom
Wait for it soon
Aim for the stars
Land on the moon covered in wounds
Still been intangible since I came out the womb
I'm one hundred and sixteen degrees in June
In the mojave
With a mouth full of wasabi
Knowing the deal
I'll with the flow, he's going for mills
Spills a mix of plato and napoleon hill
Vision is godly, spirit filled and still
To feel the ethos, we only need the will
Time often flies
We don't optimize
We don't often try
We sigh and feed ourselves constant lies
If you're feeling low, this is your call to rise
The brave make better ways
The weak will compromise
Headed twenty floors higher
Burning desire
Light some sage and light the stage on fire
It's definite
Faith helps you harness it to your benefit
Any negative thought is irrelevant
Dispel of it
This is spiritual medicine, meditational poetry
Promise yall I'm working way more
like I'm suppose to be
Merchandise is coming and we still making our own beats
Investing and collecting my mechanical royalties
Maybe this year she'll notice me
I don't know by then might not be noticing
And however things way out
Always a way out
This was food for thought, hold your plate out
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Writer(s): Luis Rojas
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