Altar.wav (feat. Dotaki, P-Tree & Happiest Kid in the World)

Track gets cold in the thick wind
The track gets cold in the thick wind
Gotta lap these hoes if you wanna win
I unpack tree's soul on a quick whim
Got a fat street board for my big spin
Sike, I can't spin
But when I can I'll be worldwide, can't miss him
You know you miss him
Like even though ever since I was a kid got a loose lid
Bitch you know all the shit that I did? let alone I didn't
Spread shit on my image, yes I made mistakes
That shit feeling vintage, beat you like a scrimmage
Are you kidding bitch
And they believe that shit? kittens
You smacked I smacked back
I regret both, I never had that
Close shit and we were closest
So when I felt the cold distance
My road got twisted and we both got dismissive
But you were so vindictive so much I had predicted it
But slipped in it still
You were the tricky bitch, and you still tricked me shit
I'm just nicked from the knife you slicked, but couldn't stick me right
You couldn't pick my life and strip it to white
I'm on quite a new trip, so move bitch
I got higher planes to claim in my youthfulness
Though woes do exist, I'll stop listing them
I got shit to feel bliss about
I'm blessed from being left, chill on the couch
I got the crib to myself, homie'll still vouch for me
Known him since twelve, when we had dreams
Of playing on beat machines and now we sell tapes
And smell great, take a look at the look on my face
See it from outer space, pass the mic to a pal

Since i grew up on this planet like them, can't care what they say
Managing my friends is easier than back in grade school
(Why they think you showing off?) it's 'cause i got the brightest flame
Minding my own business while they fight for expectations
No one i know really shares my same taste
Every day reminded i'm just kinda unrelatable
Took me a long time to realize
Most eyes are on the lyrics not the instrumentalization
We're in the middle of a venn diagram
And the main thing making us stay is speaking language
To communicate this anguish and celebration
I hope you make it as great as HK did
Took me ages, now i lay on a plane where my face can be taken on wax like straight facts



Credits
Writer(s): Peter Boger
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