Storm in the Woods

Seen colors fade and they change into grey
Eat grass every hour, in this leaf, it ain't sage
I would use to open doors, see the world, be amazed
See nowadays, the smile fading more as I age
Pops diabetic, I just pray he eating safe
Try to tell my people that I love em each and every day
Ay Ay, told him peace to college, going namaste
Quiet my thoughts like i signed an NDA
Felt like a failure when I walked past your face
Race high standards, guess who came in last place
Tried to get a place but the rent high as god
Found my way back home, guess who aggregated dog
Job after job after job after job
Calls with the labels, invest in a Ahmad
I dodged the fake deals, this is not a facade
Even clear days got rain in the odds
I ain't playing like it's San Andreas
But so sick of my time getting wasted
So sick of recycling faces
Can't fuck with the bitch, she basic
In the woods, can you hear me shout
Take a vacay to mount snug, come out
Snuck in the room, snuck in your house
Snug every where still thinking bout
Bills and bad credit, I ain't athletic
Paranoid scrawny nigga, thank my genetics
Pleasure in a bottle, I'm inserting all my debit
I be impulsive, get a high and instantly regret it
And when I wake up, tell you, I aint no better
Most pray to god in morning time and pray for some cheddar
I'd start my day with lust and go and touch on my nethers
Socks and tee shirts and these flows getting wetter
Yeah, yeah, becomes a routine
Stack of dirty clothes, I build a city in the seams
Fantasizing daily, my attention on a screen
Play the end credits, keep a watchful eye on this scene
Love ATL but niggas switchy as hell
Tried to build a little motion with a click and it failed
Hearing all these tales, don't wanna think that they're real
Should've known a nigga named Lake was fishy as well
Can't have a grown ass man in my circle That's making all the women in my radius uncomfortable
I don't even see that shit as refundable
Only see you as a dumb nigga, irresponsible
Tell me who a fraud tell me who ain't honorable
You hang with Ahmad, it's just one rule you gotta do
Leave the drama at the door when you introduce
It's already a storm coming through
Mnt. Snug
Mnt. Snug
Mnt. Snug
Mnt. Snug



Credits
Writer(s): Jordon Ahmad Dowdley
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