muse

Yea, look, look, look
How you shooting at the messenger for telling you what's true uh
Yea, look
How you fed up wit' the messenger for telling you what's true
I got artistry my problems be wit' how I find my muse
I might play it like my OG, meet her in the pews
Damn near owe my whip apology my petal getting bruised
I got artistry my problems be wit' how I find my muse
Need to play it like my OG did and meet her in the

How you fed up wit' the messenger for telling you what's true
I got artistry my problems be wit' how I find my muse
I might play it like my OG, meet her in the pews
Damn near owe my whip apology my petal getting bruised
No you couldn't fill my shoes we got different positions
These niggas be so phony I be skipping the mixers
Look, uh
You be thuggin' for the image but you sit on the missions

All my denim baggy 'cus I looked up to the skaters
I could go without it, Imma leave it to the takers
I'm thinking bout my future so I do a lot of pacing
I roll up off the wake-up getting ready for my day in
Blowing smoke up out the window I just like to see the sky
In my ear like you want all of me yo actions don't align
Shit I know I be up tight, I got passion on the line
Say whatever call it pride, I'm not asking for a dime

You just sayin'

You just telling me whatever you don't ever follow through

How you
Yea
How you fed up wit the messenger for telling you the truth
How you fed up wit the messenger for telling you the truth
Damn near owe my whip apologies my petal getting bruised
Look
Yea
I got artistry my problems be with how I find my muse

I just want all my flowers while I'm here for the speech
Yea
I just want all of my flowers while I'm here for the speech
Shit I'm good all in the city but I'm peers with the geeks
Shit I know it's someone different-
Yea
Yea I know it's someone different you was weird for a week
I just want all of my f-
I just want all of my flowers while I'm here for the speech



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Writer(s): Bryan Thomas
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