Innermost
Lately I'm just tryna find myself
Got no piss-pot, my penny steady itching to go find itself that commonwealth
And I know money music never helped itself, cause I'm still picking up pennies to put back on that fuckin shelf
Cookie cutter vision
Small circle, a wide base to shake em out like an RX prescription
I'm hard headed knottied up, like the body done stiffened
This one man with one mind, but nobody to listen
A cool kid, that safe place, that's my prodigy in it
Silhouette laid back like we riding in tinted
This black pain, a black man, gold soul
How you tell me that you get me when you never fuckin know I'm cobra clutchin feelings, open ceilings that I don't show
Hoping I don't crack like chiropract
Cause lately shits' been back to back
My hair falling out and that's a fact
So shout out to my barber...
Now watch a nigga blow up from the roots like it's motherfuckin' Pearl Harbor
I've been downsizing all my life problems just like I Jenga block em'
No spliff, it's all blunt hits, so I always knock em'
Drag and drop em', keeping it steady feels like my only problem
Channellock em', die and drop a fuckin dollar out my pocket
Got no piss-pot, my penny steady itching to go find itself that commonwealth
And I know money music never helped itself, cause I'm still picking up pennies to put back on that fuckin shelf
Cookie cutter vision
Small circle, a wide base to shake em out like an RX prescription
I'm hard headed knottied up, like the body done stiffened
This one man with one mind, but nobody to listen
A cool kid, that safe place, that's my prodigy in it
Silhouette laid back like we riding in tinted
This black pain, a black man, gold soul
How you tell me that you get me when you never fuckin know I'm cobra clutchin feelings, open ceilings that I don't show
Hoping I don't crack like chiropract
Cause lately shits' been back to back
My hair falling out and that's a fact
So shout out to my barber...
Now watch a nigga blow up from the roots like it's motherfuckin' Pearl Harbor
I've been downsizing all my life problems just like I Jenga block em'
No spliff, it's all blunt hits, so I always knock em'
Drag and drop em', keeping it steady feels like my only problem
Channellock em', die and drop a fuckin dollar out my pocket
Credits
Writer(s): Braxton Brown
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