SL7 (feat. BOF)
We just want to get back to the magic
100 on the dash
Burning through the gas
Swerving thru the gaps
Surfing to and back
Why you driving fast
Forgive me for my past
I'm speeding down a path
To help me just relax
Put the volume MAX
Use Google Maps
The music is a craft
I think its gonna last
Put the glory on God
I'm just playing jazz
Trying to make me feel large
I don't need the mass
And I don't need the mask
See me in my raw form
Can't help if it's hard for em
Self-love is my art form
Some probably don't want forum
Soft spot in my heart for em
Even though if I don't talk to em
I'm a send good thoughts to em
Acting like I don't care
Acting like my whole life's good and I'm clear
But every night I include you in my prayer
Writing songs to bring clarity to my fear
Ego is like a rain cloud in my air
Ego is this masquerade that I wear
The true self the real personality is here
It's just that it's been submerged in these layers
Work through our anxiety
Give grace to that side of me
Find love through that irony
Deep breath when I'm trying to breath
The music here is my diary
Overnight in this airport
Figured I could spend time with me
Too uncomfortable to try to sleep
Read a book about vibrancy
Yogananda's biography
I'm just looking for some novelty
Little shorty from the Kik stream
Guitar players inspire me
Big moves made quietly
We'll talk about this thing privately
Real rap is a dying breed
Part of Drake's discography
Give flowers give pottery
The whole garden whole property
Paved a way for my artistry
Back then when I would make music it was coming out a little awkwardly
Messed around and made comedy but at no point was I wobbly
Fell in love with these harmonies until this here became part of me
Confidence was soo arbitrary yeah
And we don't even got to talk about my dogs
My dawgs
100 on the dash
Swerving thru the gaps
Burning thru the gas
Why you driving fast
Forgive me for my past
My heart is still intact
I want to get it back
Hit you with the swag
It's kind of like a jab
And then I do the dash
We trying to get this cash
Put the glory on God
I'm just playin' jazz
Every morning take pause
Thank God for what I have
I ain't who I used to be
I ain't who I used to be
Don't come close to me
I ain't who I used to be
Don't come close to me
100 on the dash
Burning through the gas
Swerving thru the gaps
Surfing to and back
Why you driving fast
Forgive me for my past
I'm speeding down a path
To help me just relax
Put the volume MAX
Use Google Maps
The music is a craft
I think its gonna last
Put the glory on God
I'm just playing jazz
Trying to make me feel large
I don't need the mass
And I don't need the mask
See me in my raw form
Can't help if it's hard for em
Self-love is my art form
Some probably don't want forum
Soft spot in my heart for em
Even though if I don't talk to em
I'm a send good thoughts to em
Acting like I don't care
Acting like my whole life's good and I'm clear
But every night I include you in my prayer
Writing songs to bring clarity to my fear
Ego is like a rain cloud in my air
Ego is this masquerade that I wear
The true self the real personality is here
It's just that it's been submerged in these layers
Work through our anxiety
Give grace to that side of me
Find love through that irony
Deep breath when I'm trying to breath
The music here is my diary
Overnight in this airport
Figured I could spend time with me
Too uncomfortable to try to sleep
Read a book about vibrancy
Yogananda's biography
I'm just looking for some novelty
Little shorty from the Kik stream
Guitar players inspire me
Big moves made quietly
We'll talk about this thing privately
Real rap is a dying breed
Part of Drake's discography
Give flowers give pottery
The whole garden whole property
Paved a way for my artistry
Back then when I would make music it was coming out a little awkwardly
Messed around and made comedy but at no point was I wobbly
Fell in love with these harmonies until this here became part of me
Confidence was soo arbitrary yeah
And we don't even got to talk about my dogs
My dawgs
100 on the dash
Swerving thru the gaps
Burning thru the gas
Why you driving fast
Forgive me for my past
My heart is still intact
I want to get it back
Hit you with the swag
It's kind of like a jab
And then I do the dash
We trying to get this cash
Put the glory on God
I'm just playin' jazz
Every morning take pause
Thank God for what I have
I ain't who I used to be
I ain't who I used to be
Don't come close to me
I ain't who I used to be
Don't come close to me
Credits
Writer(s): Carl Jean
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