Lyrics: Micah Bedford
Music: Micah Bedford
Red in my face
Lighting McQueen on the screen, I’m 95 and 97
Been watching the skies for stormy weather
She don’t like me looking for signs, light as a feather,
Hypebeasts never comply,
Y’all think I’m Siamese,
Not dependent on what you say about me, die please
Cause I really don’t give a **** for how you like me
I gave too much of me away and I’m done
Tend to be right, chasing the highs
For all this life, is ground and sky
I don’t puff lye, she still supplies me
All the same, I’m doing miles
Like I’m a gold train, Syd Dale, Evans, Davis and Coltrane
Bitch, this is a foretaste
Yes, I’ve been lighting up like propane
Wounds, they’ve been smarting yeah this is pro-pain
Thought I really needed advice
I wasn’t listening to me I really tell it like it is
And I just sank with the vice
While I rode a mic and drank a little, sinner’s delight, appealed
But now I’m learning to fight, your boy’s been boxing with his shadow,
Yeah he’s dancing with light, the wins, assured, yeah I steel myself
So I can keep on ascending, you can’t take the best of me
Nah, you ain’t seen the best of me
God done gave me all the keys
All the keys
He didn’t want to see it
She didn’t want to see it
They were laughing in the corner
Now they been defeated
You don’t want to see it
I’ve been on my take two
Hustle through the ceiling
Yeah my time is past due