Lost in Translation (feat. Audder)
If I wanna celebrate
I gotta meditate
Always stay awake
High thoughts don't sedate
So I innovate
Learning how to love myself
A proper mind state
Seeing dreams grow
In lockdown they incubate
Never see me lazy
Making masterpiece
Like Scorsese
Playing Mario cart
While I'm inside
Making dope art
From my right hand
Flows something intimate
With my left hand I burn up some distillate
Known for the tea
Reading ancient poetry
Struggling with empathy
On the verge of entropy
You don't need to know my habits
There's order to my madness
I ain't doing what you're doing
Blowing trees like pan flute
Kickin it without a boot
My party don't recruit
My imperial arm
Training every night
But I won't bring harm
I'm burning up a spliff
While doing a night shift
Hit the beat running like Gatlin's Son
Shooting like a Nubian
Better than a gatling gun
A concussion to the dome
Hurts a lot like a comb
Boding a beat
Is such an easy feat
Out to catch a lynch
Barz comes in a pinch
Im running to Manitoba
Just to get a diploma
There's a couple people I came to resent
They talk fast
So relationships, don't last
Last night I had a vision
While staring at a plane
Allah was talking plain
You're no bigger
Cause you got this mansion
You're no better cause you got this fashion
You're only better
When you learn some compassion
If I got to pave my own lane
Say my own name
Then baby that's the move
Nothing but my mind state on me
Clean slate I'm free
Im lost in the grove, baby
You ain't gotta look me up
Cause I'm already looking up
Baby
Rough around the edges
Through the rain I ain't rusted
Working on my pyramid pose
Just to touch my toes
huddled in thrifted coats
Judging me like I'm Rudolph's nose
This ain't funny
They love to tuck all the money
I'm about 'fuck they money'
First a virus hit
And then a violent hit
Then we all seen where a tyrant hid
Now I'm looking in the mirror
I ain't a kid
Wasn't supposed to make it past 25
So happy to be alive
Keeping bravery near
Fighting off fear
When ever it seeps in
I'm stuck in this basement
I need a replacement
Looking down on the world
I really need a facelift
Black car can't afford to crash
Saying I'm incredible
Beat choice is always flexible
I may know what it means when I fail
But you know that my peace is not for sale
I gotta meditate
Always stay awake
High thoughts don't sedate
So I innovate
Learning how to love myself
A proper mind state
Seeing dreams grow
In lockdown they incubate
Never see me lazy
Making masterpiece
Like Scorsese
Playing Mario cart
While I'm inside
Making dope art
From my right hand
Flows something intimate
With my left hand I burn up some distillate
Known for the tea
Reading ancient poetry
Struggling with empathy
On the verge of entropy
You don't need to know my habits
There's order to my madness
I ain't doing what you're doing
Blowing trees like pan flute
Kickin it without a boot
My party don't recruit
My imperial arm
Training every night
But I won't bring harm
I'm burning up a spliff
While doing a night shift
Hit the beat running like Gatlin's Son
Shooting like a Nubian
Better than a gatling gun
A concussion to the dome
Hurts a lot like a comb
Boding a beat
Is such an easy feat
Out to catch a lynch
Barz comes in a pinch
Im running to Manitoba
Just to get a diploma
There's a couple people I came to resent
They talk fast
So relationships, don't last
Last night I had a vision
While staring at a plane
Allah was talking plain
You're no bigger
Cause you got this mansion
You're no better cause you got this fashion
You're only better
When you learn some compassion
If I got to pave my own lane
Say my own name
Then baby that's the move
Nothing but my mind state on me
Clean slate I'm free
Im lost in the grove, baby
You ain't gotta look me up
Cause I'm already looking up
Baby
Rough around the edges
Through the rain I ain't rusted
Working on my pyramid pose
Just to touch my toes
huddled in thrifted coats
Judging me like I'm Rudolph's nose
This ain't funny
They love to tuck all the money
I'm about 'fuck they money'
First a virus hit
And then a violent hit
Then we all seen where a tyrant hid
Now I'm looking in the mirror
I ain't a kid
Wasn't supposed to make it past 25
So happy to be alive
Keeping bravery near
Fighting off fear
When ever it seeps in
I'm stuck in this basement
I need a replacement
Looking down on the world
I really need a facelift
Black car can't afford to crash
Saying I'm incredible
Beat choice is always flexible
I may know what it means when I fail
But you know that my peace is not for sale
Credits
Writer(s): Emmanuel Simon
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