No. 7 – Midsummer

Chorus:

All that I can say is,

All that I can say…

Verse 1:

I see the future through the looking glasses,

Chef shit up wit no cooking classes,

Struck gas trying to cook wit matches,

Only money talks when you booking passage, 

Address my accountant wit the crooked glasses,

No theatrics, I told you I don’t do gymnastics,

Stiff shoulder when I’m pushing passed ’em,

Drastic I’m out for bands like some good elastic,

I’m a collection of brilliant ideas,

A million streams on my own my skillset is clear,

Pop off we pop back like resilient careers,

I’m going ghost like the “Thriller” premier,

Verse 2:

I move to the sound of my own rhythm no metronome,

Flow fentanyl, my DNA wasn’t meant to clone,

still school the youth like a parental loan,

No direct to phone, my patience could’ve invented Rome,

Y’all had the juice shit was Minute Maid,

No shade im still flyer than your Pinterest page,

When them demons hang around don’t forget to sage,

disengage, my Temper shorter than Christmas days,

I put fire on wax like its Hanukah,

No drama this aint a night at the opera,

Before you criticize the kettle check ya pot color,

You know I’m nicer than ya godmother,

Verse 3:

The sunset turned the beach pink, 

Crib so close by the water y’all be seasick,

Head so in the clouds seen a geese wink,

Flight from “Brick City,” “Eastwick” broke my lease quick,

Thinking back Shawn had the Caddy Deville,

“If Only You Knew” ain’t no Patty Labelle,

Parties in Paterson like its Beverly Hills,

Girls in the nude like I’m Jenny Saville,

Dick had her singing like Stephanie Mills,

Niggas be hating they mentally ill,

Definition of crazy, going through the motions,

When people don’t see the vision,

They always ask where you going,

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