The Moon Looked At Us
You're so good to me
Make me feel so alive
I can't see any other time
So give me-
And I trust my brothers more than I trust myself
Cuz' when I'm fuckin' trippin' I know that he'll come and help
I'm fuckin' winnin' and it's hard to understand that
Leap of faith a couple years ago, "I'll guess I'll land that"
That's what I said and I guess I was right
I'm with my brother and the moon staring at us tonight
And I love my fuckin' brother but that shit on my life
First time I broke down he said that shit gon' be alright
And I ain't look back since
It was a sign of the times
Man I felt like Prince
I had a couple skills that I didn't know exist
But when I found out I just smiled and said "I'm the shit"
Illiterate rappers don't know how to spell
Plus they shit is ass
I put them in a casket if they talkin' all that cap
And the way that they be flowing sound like they afraid of rap
But I'm not afraid of that
Contrary
Motherfuckers living with a mask like Jim Carrey
Told Amiir it's a wrap cuz I know I'm ready
My flow steady and clean
And I'm poppin' on this shit man I feel like Charlie Sheen
And there's soil on my sneaks but I don't see Scotty
And my bitch like Meryl Streep but she don't wear Prada
And I been making all these beats that I swear I'm proud of
But I don't give 'em to nobody
I don't rap for profit
Uh
Love, loving at midnight
Love, loving at midnight
Sometimes I look at the stars and I see your eyes
I look my papa in the face told him "It's my time"
Wack ass rappers only got filler lines
This is a genre about race and you can't finish lines
It's all these Eminem wannabes, products of the industry
Turn they ass to ash
Man y'all think you super talented cuz' you can rap fast
But when we talk personality, man you lack that
And that's where I excel
Put your arm in a cast, that's my motherfuckin' spell
Homophobic rappers send they ass to fuckin' hell
Y'all flew too close to my dick, that's where Icarus fell
Not talking glocks when I say that y'all are shells
You be acting like gangstas and then ask for help
See bro I don't really fuck with that
Closest that they got to seeing pussy was reading "Cat in the hat"
You know Aqua fire but he don't got no match
Plus I feel like I'm the big man but I don't got no Patch
My ceiling nonexistent and yours is made of thatch
Tell me what you think of that
Make me feel so alive
I can't see any other time
So give me-
And I trust my brothers more than I trust myself
Cuz' when I'm fuckin' trippin' I know that he'll come and help
I'm fuckin' winnin' and it's hard to understand that
Leap of faith a couple years ago, "I'll guess I'll land that"
That's what I said and I guess I was right
I'm with my brother and the moon staring at us tonight
And I love my fuckin' brother but that shit on my life
First time I broke down he said that shit gon' be alright
And I ain't look back since
It was a sign of the times
Man I felt like Prince
I had a couple skills that I didn't know exist
But when I found out I just smiled and said "I'm the shit"
Illiterate rappers don't know how to spell
Plus they shit is ass
I put them in a casket if they talkin' all that cap
And the way that they be flowing sound like they afraid of rap
But I'm not afraid of that
Contrary
Motherfuckers living with a mask like Jim Carrey
Told Amiir it's a wrap cuz I know I'm ready
My flow steady and clean
And I'm poppin' on this shit man I feel like Charlie Sheen
And there's soil on my sneaks but I don't see Scotty
And my bitch like Meryl Streep but she don't wear Prada
And I been making all these beats that I swear I'm proud of
But I don't give 'em to nobody
I don't rap for profit
Uh
Love, loving at midnight
Love, loving at midnight
Sometimes I look at the stars and I see your eyes
I look my papa in the face told him "It's my time"
Wack ass rappers only got filler lines
This is a genre about race and you can't finish lines
It's all these Eminem wannabes, products of the industry
Turn they ass to ash
Man y'all think you super talented cuz' you can rap fast
But when we talk personality, man you lack that
And that's where I excel
Put your arm in a cast, that's my motherfuckin' spell
Homophobic rappers send they ass to fuckin' hell
Y'all flew too close to my dick, that's where Icarus fell
Not talking glocks when I say that y'all are shells
You be acting like gangstas and then ask for help
See bro I don't really fuck with that
Closest that they got to seeing pussy was reading "Cat in the hat"
You know Aqua fire but he don't got no match
Plus I feel like I'm the big man but I don't got no Patch
My ceiling nonexistent and yours is made of thatch
Tell me what you think of that
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Writer(s): Banica Stefan
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