Cabin in the Woods
Cabin in the woods cuz I'm trynna duck my head
And stay low
Life could be sweet as tiramisu
Said when I get on imma put on all my people
Reality feel like a movie ain't no sequel
The good news our spirit Is eternal
My mind expands from exotics that I'm burnin
What you concerned w
Like an ancestral ritual
Now a days I only fw chicks that's nasty and spiritual
It's all about the balance
Same broads I'm balancing
Put them bed faster raymour n flanigan
Aye bro aye bro trynna duck my head and stay low
Pave roads w same clothes
Avoiding the system since we was day old
School to prison pipeline
Love my freedom that's why I stayed inside to write rhymes
What you believe in
We all gon see them white skies
One day
They are lying if they say they take
No breaks
Weather the storm ridin waves even on the slow days
Wanna turn my phone off
But I might miss a money call
The smart ones stacked up for the rain while the dummies ball
Now I'm fat while yah starve trynna lose the weight
5 different streams of income what you do today
You can't fake what you breathe in a song
You like the gentrified version of Nina Simone
Sounds good but it ain't quite cut it
Make moves I paid dues but we ain't got the same type budget
I learned the hard way don't put yo dick in every chick you meet
Stack the bread up quiet n sleek
Keep yo shit discreet
And stay low
Life could be sweet as tiramisu
Said when I get on imma put on all my people
Reality feel like a movie ain't no sequel
The good news our spirit Is eternal
My mind expands from exotics that I'm burnin
What you concerned w
Like an ancestral ritual
Now a days I only fw chicks that's nasty and spiritual
It's all about the balance
Same broads I'm balancing
Put them bed faster raymour n flanigan
Aye bro aye bro trynna duck my head and stay low
Pave roads w same clothes
Avoiding the system since we was day old
School to prison pipeline
Love my freedom that's why I stayed inside to write rhymes
What you believe in
We all gon see them white skies
One day
They are lying if they say they take
No breaks
Weather the storm ridin waves even on the slow days
Wanna turn my phone off
But I might miss a money call
The smart ones stacked up for the rain while the dummies ball
Now I'm fat while yah starve trynna lose the weight
5 different streams of income what you do today
You can't fake what you breathe in a song
You like the gentrified version of Nina Simone
Sounds good but it ain't quite cut it
Make moves I paid dues but we ain't got the same type budget
I learned the hard way don't put yo dick in every chick you meet
Stack the bread up quiet n sleek
Keep yo shit discreet
Credits
Writer(s): Todd Smith, Sebastien Vuignier
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