Abbey Rd

So umm
I be feeling like the beetles
Smiling at the people
Like yo, call me Izzy Lennon
I'm finding that these clones borrowed my tones and I ain't lent it
And they stealing flows, I'm on my toes
Like I'm a gymnast
While you preaching Lisa Simpson
We riding down abbey road
And abbey knows
That she gon' have to have me stoned
Or she can gladly go
It's funny how the past she known and tried to pass me on
Seen the money, tried to bag me yo that's crazy
I told my niggas one day we gon' pick apart this basement
Make it out and then rebrand it as a starving artist's haven
So tell em that I'm ready for whatever kid
I just hope I do survive
Got a lot of homies that'll do or die
But who gon' slide
When woes hit like funeral homes and I'm in a suit and tie
Wary of this road that I done chose this ain't I-95
I told her 'baby I'm the juice, there ain't a cooler guy'
Now she wanna hang and I'm tryin' to let her just like U and I

Take it slow
I'm still barefoot I walk this road
I scribble this page when my heart gets low
We growing, I suppose
Really nobody knows
I find home when the lights dim low
I wonder when I write will this plight get gone
Grab a pen and take it, slow
I'm still barefoot I walk this road
Will I be okay when they mark my soul

Watch the way you walk it
Wait here comes the sun across the way, I see it often
Don't forget to meditate today
And count the coffins
And your blessings if you getting some
Me I got it auto-locked, protected, stashed away and hidden deep within my person When it's comes to positivity
Damn, that was a mouth full, hope y'all feeling me
You can catch me lounging on a lemon tree
Tryin' to be how Lennon be
I ain't even found my Yoko, I'm still craving synergy
The sweetest secrets rest on your chest, I'm tryin' to get into thee
Tune into the mystic
Soon enough you'll listen
I had to bloom, I had to use the sun and moon as prisms
My niggas seeing prisons
I'mma have to do just what I do to beat this system
Bitches that be with him ask him where he got the wisdom
I found it but I pass it out
Y'all really need to cash me out
We out to get the platinum now
We riding down abbey road
And abbey knows
That daddio gon' grab and go
She on the patio
In her robe and slippers
Got the sticky rolled
Snap a picture tho
Is this for really goals
You know you fucking with mister Izzy Glo