Crooked Paintings

Had a dream I met a gal at Met Gala
Ass like an apple
Gala
Vanting
Galvanized steel on the ceiling fan spin
Feel the wind while I yield a win
Mind dark like a Haitian but lit like a pumpkin, October
I walk over 4 leaf clovers
Get what I'm owed, no luck no short cuts or do overs
I'm a soldier
Life's a bitch, I console her
Then hit it till I'm sober, the pigs tell me pull over
Might burn em till they bacon
My wraith is sacred but it banish like it's satan
How they call me evil when I move with grace?
Throwing shots but they graze
Only scrape like a knee in a bike race
Fuck outta my face
Don't ruin my day
Niggas fluid and fake
Tripping over jewels that I drop by mistake
I need to get away
I'm pursuing a lake
They love to hate, then when love come it's too late

I'm a new space, new mind, a new grind
A new hustle, since the last one I grew muscle
Me and my team huddled
You wasn't there so why you puzzled?
Hut hut then you pummelled
Words I deliver shine like silver
Wine like liquor, I lick her, literally I'm sicker
I need some Dimetapp, the dime I tap a hypochondriac when I don't call her back
Shoes armadillo, smoking cigarillo
Voices whisper in my mind, I been mental
Told her I ain't sentimental, do you get the memo
Am I making sense? Nigga I ain't sensitive
Don't call me bro if we ain't relatives
Cathedral with the pendentive, that's where I found the evidence
Of the Holy Spirit
I'm always near it
Like an enemy, likewise I don't fear it
You speak down then I don't hear it
I'm looking up, never know what I'm cooking up
Poison in the pot leave you shooken up
All the shots that I'm putting up my nigga duck
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Credits
Writer(s): Shamar Smith
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