Nag Champa
Everyday I'm waiting on the page to turn
But then I realize I gotta write it myself
I never learn
I need some sage to burn
Need someone to take my turn
Need something to change my situation, but waiting's absurd
I got some problems
I smoke all day to try and solve em
My involvement with this music shit, it keep my world revolving
As for others, it don't matter too much
Thats why I make sure I don't let em ever call my bluff
It's no bluff
Sittin' on the bluffs
Thinking bout this life, I wonder why I ponder so much
This pond is so lush
But so is the brush
Road rough, flows float up
Coal dust left in the headphones after you hear this stuff
Won't rush the process I know God help me out
I know these demons will stay beneath me, they try to come out
They try to tease me with they teeth
I never want beef, but they all want beef
So either I be the breeze or finally I retaliate and throw them in the seas
And I cannot breathe
And I cannot breathe anymore but I'm tryna make peace when I'm on these beats
This shit nothing less than a feast
The chef make sure he supplying
Bitch I'm not a priest
I make mistakes too
Take the cake, grace the plate too
Race the faithful, pace the wraith
I never knew anyone could be so thankful
But then I realize I gotta write it myself
I never learn
I need some sage to burn
Need someone to take my turn
Need something to change my situation, but waiting's absurd
I got some problems
I smoke all day to try and solve em
My involvement with this music shit, it keep my world revolving
As for others, it don't matter too much
Thats why I make sure I don't let em ever call my bluff
It's no bluff
Sittin' on the bluffs
Thinking bout this life, I wonder why I ponder so much
This pond is so lush
But so is the brush
Road rough, flows float up
Coal dust left in the headphones after you hear this stuff
Won't rush the process I know God help me out
I know these demons will stay beneath me, they try to come out
They try to tease me with they teeth
I never want beef, but they all want beef
So either I be the breeze or finally I retaliate and throw them in the seas
And I cannot breathe
And I cannot breathe anymore but I'm tryna make peace when I'm on these beats
This shit nothing less than a feast
The chef make sure he supplying
Bitch I'm not a priest
I make mistakes too
Take the cake, grace the plate too
Race the faithful, pace the wraith
I never knew anyone could be so thankful
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Writer(s): Lync Lone
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