Should've Seen It
How the plan shifts and it's crazy I'm the one who wrote the transcript
I'm the one who hottest shit this was my last shit
Me and this band split we had this lack of bandwidth
And this was one I was supposed to split all my bread with
And that shit crazy I ain't even get the bread yet
It's like listen to this I played my best shit
Niggas said just listen to Chris
He got a bigger fish in Gucci belts made me sick
It wasn't it I spoke honest on my sins I guess it wasn't shit
And I was spinning in that club I guess it didn't hit
I tried to wait out till I bugged shooting from the hip
Now I teach them how to listen to it
Now I'm running back cause writers block was getting to me
Now I'm laying tossing turning in my own fluids
Now I'm waking up to nightmares
How I ain't never gonna get it in this lifespan
Like Banshees of Inisherin I shed my right hand
How I look like statistics to all these white men
I should've seen sum
I swear to God it's been 60 days and I didn't see nothing
Eyes black like underworld like lycanthrope cousins
In the dark grow mother pearl mollusk lips sealed
In my under ocean currents steady things build
It's a swift ship tight hold team built
Obsessions growing and pulsing things I dream real
A heavy dipped chip thick bitch appeal builds
Now I ain't growing complacent cause she ain't miss meals
Now Im drill drill drill drill till she get filled
I'm the one who hottest shit this was my last shit
Me and this band split we had this lack of bandwidth
And this was one I was supposed to split all my bread with
And that shit crazy I ain't even get the bread yet
It's like listen to this I played my best shit
Niggas said just listen to Chris
He got a bigger fish in Gucci belts made me sick
It wasn't it I spoke honest on my sins I guess it wasn't shit
And I was spinning in that club I guess it didn't hit
I tried to wait out till I bugged shooting from the hip
Now I teach them how to listen to it
Now I'm running back cause writers block was getting to me
Now I'm laying tossing turning in my own fluids
Now I'm waking up to nightmares
How I ain't never gonna get it in this lifespan
Like Banshees of Inisherin I shed my right hand
How I look like statistics to all these white men
I should've seen sum
I swear to God it's been 60 days and I didn't see nothing
Eyes black like underworld like lycanthrope cousins
In the dark grow mother pearl mollusk lips sealed
In my under ocean currents steady things build
It's a swift ship tight hold team built
Obsessions growing and pulsing things I dream real
A heavy dipped chip thick bitch appeal builds
Now I ain't growing complacent cause she ain't miss meals
Now Im drill drill drill drill till she get filled
Credits
Writer(s): Kwame Caldwell
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