Wonder

Some blue cheese, and healthy green to squeeze up in the pockets
Pain make me wish I had a doctorate
Better understand conditions
Dodge the nonsense
Breath in the air. I know you watching
Killers of joy. My brain washed in
Visions of stars
Expand conscious
Still feel my niggas lack the knowledge or just don't acknowledge
Where it got them
It happens where I stay
Little town called A
Birthed my hopes and dreams
Of where I lay
And all the local praise. Makes me hopeful that I know the way
Can't describe the feeling. Like the vibes are building in a wave
Then the sky starts peeling pictures false in age
And with time revealing
People are the same
Can't never mind this ceiling high, your mind is great
Another sign to kill it
Quick let's sign for digits
Don't read the extra fine print
My niggas wanna shine quick
Fuck a label you could tell em suck on my dick and choke
Give em Heimlich or Swayze Ghost
At this shit for days at least I hope
Me and the game elope
Kind a crazy for the soul. Can't wash it clean with soap
Or erase titles. Even if your name bring fear to all your rivals
Word to Michael
If numbers on the board I'm playing psycho
Running iso's, in a cyclone, till the night gone
Hazy still unalike those
Give my niggas the sight
Shit that's life bro
Priceless
Still want nice quotes
Rhyming on a tight rope
A cycle. In the way we live our life so.
Staring in the eyes of the d'evil,
I feel like home



Credits
Writer(s): Amador Armstead
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