Jumaji (feat. Kat Marcella)
Look
Mmhm
Ok
Look
I be tarty to the party
Cause I'm classic like Atari
I told my mama sorry
Cause I'm wylin like jumaji
Yeah my mental kamikaze
Only truly way to calm me is
The sloppy
The toppy
Now tell me do you copy
Cause your life is an illusion
Don't miss no institution
Lead to mind pollution
In the land of the free
But the streets are of the wicked
Yet the clouds are filled with digits
Yet you care about the twisted
Trees in the blunt that taste delicious
Think and you'll wish It
Wasn't your reality
But blink and you'll miss It
Only thy will find the way
Close your eyes
It's clear as day
I think I'm writing history
My comfort come from the misery
All my peers are kids to me
Never do I kiss and tell
They don't believe in anarchy
Yet strive away from wishing well
Where is the humanity
For those of us not living swell
Far from a Rockefeller
Yet
Rock branded sweater doubled as an armored shell
While you yelling I'll prevail
Just smoke
Let your mind set a sail
Up in circles in the mother fucking wishing well
Listen to my verbal spell
Verbal alchemy
Just cracking through your branded shell
Hope my father
One day
Mother fuckin wish me well
Life been like a Monday
Pretending its some fuckin' caramel
I got off the carousel
Just to see a bleak reality
Where cops are catching casualties
And clowns be all around us in this modern world
Tell me baby, you ain't gotta worry
Spilling all the details of your story
Living life always in a hurry
But I'm free, I'm fine, not yours, but mine
Tell me baby, you ain't really sorry
Nobody to hold you on this journey
Still your healing just a little slowly say
I'm free, I'm fine, not yours, but mine
Say you talk a lot about the things that make you feel alright
Smoke a little bit, then tell them about the dreams you see at night
Never was the one to stop a vision from coming to life
Wrapped around your fingers
You were meant to do more than survive
Tell me baby, you ain't gotta worry
Spilling all the details of your story
Living life always in a hurry
But I'm free, I'm fine, not yours, but mine
I'm free, I'm fine, not yours, but mine
I'm free
I'm fine
Mmhm
Ok
Look
I be tarty to the party
Cause I'm classic like Atari
I told my mama sorry
Cause I'm wylin like jumaji
Yeah my mental kamikaze
Only truly way to calm me is
The sloppy
The toppy
Now tell me do you copy
Cause your life is an illusion
Don't miss no institution
Lead to mind pollution
In the land of the free
But the streets are of the wicked
Yet the clouds are filled with digits
Yet you care about the twisted
Trees in the blunt that taste delicious
Think and you'll wish It
Wasn't your reality
But blink and you'll miss It
Only thy will find the way
Close your eyes
It's clear as day
I think I'm writing history
My comfort come from the misery
All my peers are kids to me
Never do I kiss and tell
They don't believe in anarchy
Yet strive away from wishing well
Where is the humanity
For those of us not living swell
Far from a Rockefeller
Yet
Rock branded sweater doubled as an armored shell
While you yelling I'll prevail
Just smoke
Let your mind set a sail
Up in circles in the mother fucking wishing well
Listen to my verbal spell
Verbal alchemy
Just cracking through your branded shell
Hope my father
One day
Mother fuckin wish me well
Life been like a Monday
Pretending its some fuckin' caramel
I got off the carousel
Just to see a bleak reality
Where cops are catching casualties
And clowns be all around us in this modern world
Tell me baby, you ain't gotta worry
Spilling all the details of your story
Living life always in a hurry
But I'm free, I'm fine, not yours, but mine
Tell me baby, you ain't really sorry
Nobody to hold you on this journey
Still your healing just a little slowly say
I'm free, I'm fine, not yours, but mine
Say you talk a lot about the things that make you feel alright
Smoke a little bit, then tell them about the dreams you see at night
Never was the one to stop a vision from coming to life
Wrapped around your fingers
You were meant to do more than survive
Tell me baby, you ain't gotta worry
Spilling all the details of your story
Living life always in a hurry
But I'm free, I'm fine, not yours, but mine
I'm free, I'm fine, not yours, but mine
I'm free
I'm fine
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Coloma
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