Principles

I'm packing my principles
Inside my penmanship
So you can picture
Just what I've been pushing through
Part time prescription
Projecting a vision
Of vital importance
Is what I'm addicted to
Hands on the burner
Stomach is churning
I'll summon a version
Of vapors while in the booth
Sending my messages
More like confessions
The seconds to build up
And foster this pigeon coop
Life is a gamble
Harder to handle
When you've been handled
Since you was a little you
So I've been searching and yearning
For more independence
While not being dependent
On gods intervention
I hop on a record
And can't even recognize
What I recorded like I
Warped the reflection
Absorbing a lesson
To build on perfection
I'm practically purple
From holding my breath in
These bitches perplexing
Yeah

So I ponder a question
Are you considered a queen
While you fucking a jester?
Just asking
I'm orbiting effort
My teeth are pearlescent
The style is second
And closer to Kenneth
My face is an extra
While playing expressions
I'm guarding my thoughts
With a foreign protection
I keep my emotions inside of a box
Even Pandora can't open it
You know the deal
Been fucking pussy
Like I was fallopian
I'm cleaning the beat
Like a working custodian
Pockets of cheese
I should lower my sodium
When I achieve
She'll go down on the podium
She got me weak
Like addiction to opium
I don't know where I be going
But going still
I'm just young and tryna make a mil
I'm just young and tryna cop a deal
Without selling my soul

Selling my soul for no one
Selling my soul
Selling my soul for no one
Selling my soul for no one



Credits
Writer(s): Jean-luc Belanger
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