What It Is
I sit listening to pissing rain
My head spinning in a different way
Living in a disarray
Still in pain, hate dealing with this shit again
My body drenched in the thunderstorms
I got a sense of another force
God presents in another form
It's love and war, nothing more, all been done before
I think bigger, still I feel a faith
Got death figured, ain't finished, it's a figure eight
Mirrored in a different state
Different face, same rhythm at a different pace
A different time and a different place
The steps similar, familiar in different space
I accept God's gifts on my dinner plate
Still, it is what it is 'til it really ain't
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Guess it is what it is 'til it ain't
I guess it is what it is 'til it ain't
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Guess it is what it is 'til it ain't
I guess it is what it is, what it is
I guess it is what it is 'til it ain't
I been back up in the bits, same shit happens
The rain drips splashing
It drip a pattern, hear the hits on the bricks tapping
Kick back, I'm in the mix with the whips flashing
Spliff wrapping, hitting licks, lotta shit chatting
Convey this passion
The pigs packing out the strip, all the kids dashing
'Cause everybody getting shit cracking
The feet rushing in the street, keep a beat drumming
Swear I can hear a deep humming
Scenes summon something deep, feel it be buzzing
Energies coming, feeling like I gotta speak something
But these nothing but beliefs, tryna preach nothing
Everybody tryna be something
I let it breathe, leave the beat running
Feeling like I gotta speak nothing
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Guess it is what it is 'til it ain't
I guess it is what it is 'til it ain't
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Guess it is what it is 'til it ain't
I guess it is what it is, what it is
I guess it is what it is 'til it ain't
I think bigger, still I feel a faith
Got death figured, ain't finished, it's a figure eight
Know this a phase, still I feel afraid
I'm feeling strange, stay flickering in fickle flames
Still feel a way every time that the rhythm plays
Spill a page, same feeling on a different stage
Still the same old same nothing really change
Guess it is what it is 'til it really ain't
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Guess it is what it is 'til it ain't
Guess it is what it is 'til it ain't (yeah)
Guess it is what it is 'til it ain't
I guess it is what it is, what it is
I guess it is what it is 'til it ain't
Shit, the same vibe, rain in the end
Shit, the same vibe, rain in the end
My head spinning in a different way
Living in a disarray
Still in pain, hate dealing with this shit again
My body drenched in the thunderstorms
I got a sense of another force
God presents in another form
It's love and war, nothing more, all been done before
I think bigger, still I feel a faith
Got death figured, ain't finished, it's a figure eight
Mirrored in a different state
Different face, same rhythm at a different pace
A different time and a different place
The steps similar, familiar in different space
I accept God's gifts on my dinner plate
Still, it is what it is 'til it really ain't
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Guess it is what it is 'til it ain't
I guess it is what it is 'til it ain't
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Guess it is what it is 'til it ain't
I guess it is what it is, what it is
I guess it is what it is 'til it ain't
I been back up in the bits, same shit happens
The rain drips splashing
It drip a pattern, hear the hits on the bricks tapping
Kick back, I'm in the mix with the whips flashing
Spliff wrapping, hitting licks, lotta shit chatting
Convey this passion
The pigs packing out the strip, all the kids dashing
'Cause everybody getting shit cracking
The feet rushing in the street, keep a beat drumming
Swear I can hear a deep humming
Scenes summon something deep, feel it be buzzing
Energies coming, feeling like I gotta speak something
But these nothing but beliefs, tryna preach nothing
Everybody tryna be something
I let it breathe, leave the beat running
Feeling like I gotta speak nothing
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Guess it is what it is 'til it ain't
I guess it is what it is 'til it ain't
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Guess it is what it is 'til it ain't
I guess it is what it is, what it is
I guess it is what it is 'til it ain't
I think bigger, still I feel a faith
Got death figured, ain't finished, it's a figure eight
Know this a phase, still I feel afraid
I'm feeling strange, stay flickering in fickle flames
Still feel a way every time that the rhythm plays
Spill a page, same feeling on a different stage
Still the same old same nothing really change
Guess it is what it is 'til it really ain't
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Guess it is what it is 'til it ain't
Guess it is what it is 'til it ain't (yeah)
Guess it is what it is 'til it ain't
I guess it is what it is, what it is
I guess it is what it is 'til it ain't
Shit, the same vibe, rain in the end
Shit, the same vibe, rain in the end
Credits
Writer(s): James Summers, Christopher Summers, Charles Tappin
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