Reasons
See it happens for a reason
Just like how you listening
Yup, I know you tired man
I had to mention Michelin
They ignore you, walk away
And zone you out by whistling
But don't worry, I'm observing
I just hope you listening
Listen in
I can't hold it in
Tolerance is paper thin
Ease my mind with using pens
Told myself to hold it in
Well times I let it out
And you still won't know what I'm about
Closed mouth
Sometimes I'm confident
And down to earth like continents
Sometimes my consciousness
Is moving freely but somehow
Man my compass is located
In a composition, specific
Paris Street Rainy Days
Isaac Hayes
Deeply grounded
While I'm counting these days
8th grade thoughts aged nigga
Like red wine as I groove with my mind
Spending my time
I would look through the blinds
Now words breeze like it's Chi on my mind
Windy City, proud penny for your thoughts
Plenty epsom salt, so relaxed
Yeah I got you caught
But no pig
This is Charlotte's web
Messages from my bedroom
But don't sleep it's more ahead
See it happens for a reason
Just like how you listening
Yup, I know you tired man
I had to mention Michelin
They ignore you, walk away
And zone you out by whistling
But don't worry, I'm observing
I just hope you listening
Listen in
I can't hold it in
Tolerance is paper thin
Ease my mind with using pens
Told myself to hold it in
Well times I let it out
And you still won't know what I'm about
Closed mouth
Blindfolded, yup
Once was blindfolded
Till I got my mind loaded
Poppa I'm proud poet
It took, affirmations
Had to form a congregation
With people that motivate me
And tell me Dev embrace it
Adjacent, my mind soon starts racing
About the bullshit
And the nonsense they creating
They do it for the change
I'm tryna bring change but no for bucks
My drive is utilized
Stay up out my lane
Okay Michelin, all my people tired
Think about all those designer things
That we always desire
See now days man
All these niggas getting higher
Bunch of ticking bombs nigga
I'm cutting wires
See it happens for a reason
Just like how you listening
Yup, I know you tired man
I had to mention Michelin
They ignore you, walk away
And zone you out by whistling
But don't worry, I'm observing
I just hope you listening
Listen in
I can't hold it in
Tolerance is paper thin
Ease my mind with using pens
Told myself to hold it in
Well times I let it out
And you still won't know what I'm about
Closed mouth
Just like how you listening
Yup, I know you tired man
I had to mention Michelin
They ignore you, walk away
And zone you out by whistling
But don't worry, I'm observing
I just hope you listening
Listen in
I can't hold it in
Tolerance is paper thin
Ease my mind with using pens
Told myself to hold it in
Well times I let it out
And you still won't know what I'm about
Closed mouth
Sometimes I'm confident
And down to earth like continents
Sometimes my consciousness
Is moving freely but somehow
Man my compass is located
In a composition, specific
Paris Street Rainy Days
Isaac Hayes
Deeply grounded
While I'm counting these days
8th grade thoughts aged nigga
Like red wine as I groove with my mind
Spending my time
I would look through the blinds
Now words breeze like it's Chi on my mind
Windy City, proud penny for your thoughts
Plenty epsom salt, so relaxed
Yeah I got you caught
But no pig
This is Charlotte's web
Messages from my bedroom
But don't sleep it's more ahead
See it happens for a reason
Just like how you listening
Yup, I know you tired man
I had to mention Michelin
They ignore you, walk away
And zone you out by whistling
But don't worry, I'm observing
I just hope you listening
Listen in
I can't hold it in
Tolerance is paper thin
Ease my mind with using pens
Told myself to hold it in
Well times I let it out
And you still won't know what I'm about
Closed mouth
Blindfolded, yup
Once was blindfolded
Till I got my mind loaded
Poppa I'm proud poet
It took, affirmations
Had to form a congregation
With people that motivate me
And tell me Dev embrace it
Adjacent, my mind soon starts racing
About the bullshit
And the nonsense they creating
They do it for the change
I'm tryna bring change but no for bucks
My drive is utilized
Stay up out my lane
Okay Michelin, all my people tired
Think about all those designer things
That we always desire
See now days man
All these niggas getting higher
Bunch of ticking bombs nigga
I'm cutting wires
See it happens for a reason
Just like how you listening
Yup, I know you tired man
I had to mention Michelin
They ignore you, walk away
And zone you out by whistling
But don't worry, I'm observing
I just hope you listening
Listen in
I can't hold it in
Tolerance is paper thin
Ease my mind with using pens
Told myself to hold it in
Well times I let it out
And you still won't know what I'm about
Closed mouth
Credits
Writer(s): Devin Hunter
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