Compass
Yo thanks for coming guys
Shit, me and Lecs had to bring this to life, you know
Spaghetti Junction Proverbs
You know, self-expression is everything, you know
Hope you got to know me, and might help you find your authentic self
You know, ain't no need to flaunt
Ain't no need to create unnecessary stress, be yourself
Peace and love, we all gifted from the God above man
Treat my tape like a compass, better yet a seatbelt
Tryna save lives, I ain't speaking for my sweet health
My area hot, cops discriminate diversity
My tape for free, but thoughts is love currency
So let me know how you feel about it
My highway's in the sky but I'm feeling grounded
You can have more possession of the ball
But still take an L when the ref blow the final whistle
This cathartic man I gave you every bone and bristle
That helped me in my crisis, Cuban missile
Word to Malcolm, I ain't ever in the fucking middle
Mastering my craft, focusing on every scribble
Man my word play and metaphors
Hotter than a summer in Colombia or Ecuador
Lecs really put these beats on a fucking platter
Sky's the limit, shit I might just throw a show on Saturn
I know you see a pattern
We here to bring the light like a Chinese lantern
You like music bout the trap, but them boys cappin'
If you really move weight, you silent as assassin
Only the beginning, this is batting practice
You know where I'm from, look it up in any atlas
While you busy on the gram, shit enjoy your catfish
I'm in the studio preaching like a Southern Baptist
To be real, I'm more spiritual than religious
C-Mor is to lyrics, how ruffles is to ridges
Love all my fans, yo, regardless of the pigment
Face yourself in the mirror, ponder bout your privilege
Man it's only right I do the same
Ease my brain when I reminisce of autumn rain
Thanks again for tuning to my deepest thoughts
Try to walk up in my shoes, just don't double knot
Aye man
Shit, all you gotta do in this world is
Surround yourself with genuine people
You know, like, see if peoples actions are authentic or not
You know, it could take you a long way
Shit, I need to practice what I preach for real though
Shit, peace and love is always that bruh, y'all be easy
Shit, have a safe 2021, and be on bruh
Shit, Lecs did his fucking thing
Shoutout to his debut producing shit bruh
No cap bruh, shit
I'm not in the mood Lecs
Shit, me and Lecs had to bring this to life, you know
Spaghetti Junction Proverbs
You know, self-expression is everything, you know
Hope you got to know me, and might help you find your authentic self
You know, ain't no need to flaunt
Ain't no need to create unnecessary stress, be yourself
Peace and love, we all gifted from the God above man
Treat my tape like a compass, better yet a seatbelt
Tryna save lives, I ain't speaking for my sweet health
My area hot, cops discriminate diversity
My tape for free, but thoughts is love currency
So let me know how you feel about it
My highway's in the sky but I'm feeling grounded
You can have more possession of the ball
But still take an L when the ref blow the final whistle
This cathartic man I gave you every bone and bristle
That helped me in my crisis, Cuban missile
Word to Malcolm, I ain't ever in the fucking middle
Mastering my craft, focusing on every scribble
Man my word play and metaphors
Hotter than a summer in Colombia or Ecuador
Lecs really put these beats on a fucking platter
Sky's the limit, shit I might just throw a show on Saturn
I know you see a pattern
We here to bring the light like a Chinese lantern
You like music bout the trap, but them boys cappin'
If you really move weight, you silent as assassin
Only the beginning, this is batting practice
You know where I'm from, look it up in any atlas
While you busy on the gram, shit enjoy your catfish
I'm in the studio preaching like a Southern Baptist
To be real, I'm more spiritual than religious
C-Mor is to lyrics, how ruffles is to ridges
Love all my fans, yo, regardless of the pigment
Face yourself in the mirror, ponder bout your privilege
Man it's only right I do the same
Ease my brain when I reminisce of autumn rain
Thanks again for tuning to my deepest thoughts
Try to walk up in my shoes, just don't double knot
Aye man
Shit, all you gotta do in this world is
Surround yourself with genuine people
You know, like, see if peoples actions are authentic or not
You know, it could take you a long way
Shit, I need to practice what I preach for real though
Shit, peace and love is always that bruh, y'all be easy
Shit, have a safe 2021, and be on bruh
Shit, Lecs did his fucking thing
Shoutout to his debut producing shit bruh
No cap bruh, shit
I'm not in the mood Lecs
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Writer(s): Chris Morgan
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