Crowe
Scopin out the competition noting some words
In the hope, my own fruition comin back in the third
Floatin light, like a feather that I plucked from a bird
And now I strapped it to the pen so I could write this verse
Cuz I've been brewin a recipe you'll be wanting to taste
Picked all the elements and I got em in place
I've had it stewing for a while, simmered down to a paste
And time to spread it like wings 'fore I call it a waste
Ready to blow
I got the flame on the coal
Been drifting away
I got the fame in the dome
Different than most
I gotta shift in the tone
I'll put it to the eighth
This time it ain't a poem
Craftin a tome
While my brain is a-Rome
Wandering a colosseum taking control
To put on a good show
To fly as high as can go
Cause a Russell in the ring
Taking notes from the Crowe
The day you sleep on me's a sleepless night
The gears turning over in a REM-cycle bi...
Sickle in hand demands if I'm reading this right
That I'll be cutting down the competition, grow from the light
And it's shining down on me
Confide in my calling got
Room to grow in this routine fight
Writin left is my brawling
Use the pen to spar in
A boxing ring I'm standing
Across from the mic
Tie some, weights to waist
As to keep me down cuz once I
Enter the race I'll have deemed my crown
Flyin, far and away as you see me now
Cuz I got, all that it takes and I'll win by a mile
(I'm a student of music
A groomsman to chance
And you can see from a far
That I am, heaven sent)
A late start to the race cost me my solace
Lost the piece of mind to hide my blind spot
I'll solve it, take time, to find my hang time,
To harbor great rhymes, absolve the frayed lines
And profit
And again and again
Dreamin so big that I'm dancin again
Can I make the shot it depends it depends
Targets in sight I'm the man with the plan
And I got a new hit
First marks down and I got confident
Scratched the name off the top of my list
Because I'm...
Scoping out the competition notin some words
In the hope my own fruition coming back in the third
Floating light, like a feather that I plucked from a bird
And now I strapped it to my feet cuz I don't walk this earth
In the hope, my own fruition comin back in the third
Floatin light, like a feather that I plucked from a bird
And now I strapped it to the pen so I could write this verse
Cuz I've been brewin a recipe you'll be wanting to taste
Picked all the elements and I got em in place
I've had it stewing for a while, simmered down to a paste
And time to spread it like wings 'fore I call it a waste
Ready to blow
I got the flame on the coal
Been drifting away
I got the fame in the dome
Different than most
I gotta shift in the tone
I'll put it to the eighth
This time it ain't a poem
Craftin a tome
While my brain is a-Rome
Wandering a colosseum taking control
To put on a good show
To fly as high as can go
Cause a Russell in the ring
Taking notes from the Crowe
The day you sleep on me's a sleepless night
The gears turning over in a REM-cycle bi...
Sickle in hand demands if I'm reading this right
That I'll be cutting down the competition, grow from the light
And it's shining down on me
Confide in my calling got
Room to grow in this routine fight
Writin left is my brawling
Use the pen to spar in
A boxing ring I'm standing
Across from the mic
Tie some, weights to waist
As to keep me down cuz once I
Enter the race I'll have deemed my crown
Flyin, far and away as you see me now
Cuz I got, all that it takes and I'll win by a mile
(I'm a student of music
A groomsman to chance
And you can see from a far
That I am, heaven sent)
A late start to the race cost me my solace
Lost the piece of mind to hide my blind spot
I'll solve it, take time, to find my hang time,
To harbor great rhymes, absolve the frayed lines
And profit
And again and again
Dreamin so big that I'm dancin again
Can I make the shot it depends it depends
Targets in sight I'm the man with the plan
And I got a new hit
First marks down and I got confident
Scratched the name off the top of my list
Because I'm...
Scoping out the competition notin some words
In the hope my own fruition coming back in the third
Floating light, like a feather that I plucked from a bird
And now I strapped it to my feet cuz I don't walk this earth
Credits
Writer(s): Brady Pietlock
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