Lyrics: Kory Pierre
Music: Kory Pierre
Smoking weed tryna to get to my creative place
That’s me KP just tryna escape
That’s me you’ll see it’s a funny game
What side of a nigga’ y’all gettin’ today
Been writing on some junkie shit
Been drinking like shit my liver
Kinda diverse, kinda splintered
Kinda chipper, kinda bitter
Don’t **** with me
But we’ll see if I’m ****ing with you
Reality depends on the mood
Reality often misconstrued
Duality is one of the rules
Normality is coo coo
Living life caffeine free
Strictly green
Living haphazardly
That’s my team
I think I could finally see
Crystal clean, Clear
Whatever my nigga’ I’m in here
Just spitting from the dome
This beautiful afternoon
The beat is speaking to me
I had to get on the mic
Had to give a round
Had to put up a fight
Had to fiddle the sound
But I’m ****ing with it alright
Well known that I’m
Far from perfection
But memo
I’m on some next shit
Full grown
Ain’t no exceptions
Get used to it nigga’
Ain’t going backwards
Made some connections
Through my imperfections
Album of introspections/imperfection
And confessions
Hoping it don’t feel like
No misdirection
Keep it up front I don’t
**** with deflection
Made some connections
Through my imperfections
Album of introspections/imperfection
And confessions
Hoping it don’t feel like
No misdirection
Keep it up front I don’t
**** with deflection
It’s complicated
It’s frustrating
It’s dominating
It’s orchestrated
It’s correlated
Leaving debilitated
Exhilarating
Can’t overstate it
It’s ****ing crazy
It’s ****ing crazy
Unanticipated
But truly appreciated
Illuminate it
Fore’ someone obliterates it
Gotta lay it down
I gotta get liberated
Only upgrade
Should come to graduation
Ain’t ****ing around
Know I’ma be holding it down
I know that I got big and colorful hair
But I promise that you are the clown
You loving the sound
Could tell when I check my accounts
Yeah I don’t get caught up in any a genre
A nigga’ who play outta bounds
Ain’t ****ing around
Know I’ma be holding it down
I know that I got big and colorful hair
But I promise that you are the clown
You loving the sound
Could tell when I check my accounts
Yeah I don’t get caught up in any a genre
A nigga’ who play outta bounds