P L a Y a Z N D I V a Z

Crave and hope they see us
When I look around all I see is playas and divas
People make it seem like all my dreams are make believe it got me hot as Pasadena
Conscious need a reup
Conscious need a

Sync the syncopation to pages and pray for patience
I never finished in college but majored in makin mistakes
I was saved by the 808s
Now when I get em in packs I'm just basically sayin grace fore my layers in different places
I made it here from the basics
Addict inside the attic my brain is still in the basement
Practice until I'm perf even though perfection is fake
Maybe this here my fate
Maybe I'm a bit crazy
Or maybe this just my way of me sayin I'm feelin caged
No Luke though
Spit to loops go
And show my new hoes
Used to group souls
Until a few showed
Me that they intentions was always two toned
So if you do poor
I'm lettin you know
Back to my usual

Stiff in my demeanor
If you catch a glimpse of my temper I didn't mean it
Used to fall in love now it's just me playas and divas
People make it seem like all my dreams is make believe it got me hot as Pasadena
Conscious need a reup
Stiff in my demeanor
If you catch a glimpse of my temper I didn't mean it
Used to fall in love now it's just me playas and divas
Conscious need a reup
Conscious need a



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Writer(s): Zaire Brooks
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