Humid

Humidity
The ability to turn words to imagery
CBG synergy, why sometimes our rhymes turn heads, like a stop sign

Not my problem to worry 'bout y'all issues
Get workin' in the booth, be worried that I'll diss you

Music puts on the most wanted while you deal with those lyrical problems
Sorrow in your lonesome drama, crying in the corner, ain't ever be the former

Ayo, wait one time
Formerly known to miss my chance
Now I see my life like Jay, potential growin' like a plant

Roots is sprouting, read the news 'bout it
Been used to clout, but now I grew out it

And thats undoubted you stuttering always tryin to have something to say
You hurtin the moment numbing opponents cant mutter a word all jumbled
And bumbled a hundred words a second their clustered

Trippin' over words, you're curbed
You've heard no one's on that no more
Headshot, now my brain's on the floor
So get the top mop, to clean up the most hot
The one who will not stop, stopping til' y'all finally back off em'
Summer's here, and y'all are watchin', uh
Uh

And you wanna be the one who's not a comma
But your reviews refuse to provide the material for you
To be a period, you barely match up with the dash
You know who the master is, CBG that asterisk

Count from five, 'fore your life
Freezes fast, too attached
Want to live? No option
Bodies droppin', slowly fallin'
Into the abyss, but my flows, they persist
Alright, I guess you're dismissed

Missed your chance
You mid, not hot, another diss for fans
Just need y'all to know that I'm the man
Can you please cancel your plans?

You're geared, shifted into reverse
Goin' back, what's worse is you feel hurt
For what it's worth, it's a little deserved
You shook to believe, you're reserved
To not put in no effort, and there's a constant push
No worth insurin', you ain't stop bookin'

Lookin' around the room, seeing pupils and red eyes
When you was in the womb, bet you flipped on the bedside
Hit yo head on the door, then you bled on the floor
Then you said, "I need more"
Man, why you gotta go ahead and making everything a challenge
Ain't no other way around it, you been lackin' on some talent
Ain't no other way around it, so you work your way around it
Now your life is lookin' stagnant, ain't no other way around it
Summer's gallery, uh
That was it



Credits
Writer(s): Chance Moore
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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