[Verse 1]
Hound a pack for the leader
Down a yak yeah the reefer
Don't burn dat just roll it
And hold it in
Eyes low whats the timezone
Mellow and zen
I phone when the lines cold
All my friends are in pen
So now my pen is my friend
When has this Henny made any sense
So friendly when the lights dim
Turn off the telly
Speak less see words of confetti
Let the beat vent struggling to see sense
Juggling my demons
Snitches in the city where the lights don't shine
If you ain't tryna grind try leaving
Nice quiet evenings camomile tea
Put your feet up and smile
Light soft breathing
[Chorus]
They're tryna hurt me I hope they do
'cause from what I've heard
Pain is the most potent muse
No goose for this wave I'm just used to fumes
No room for mistakes see the steaks are stupid insane
I wouldn't lie the root of my name Crave Moore
More [?] more raw and stubborn
Same score not support or nothing I did it all
Yeah it's raw but fuck it it's beautiful
[Verse 2]
It's funny when you put your hand out
Not for a hand out I just mean you tried
To get a hand when your a man down
And everybody's whinging everybody's bitching
That's why my business ain't everybody's business
I tougher than Malcolm or Cassius Clay
In the booth tryna pay my respects
Slave to the system it's sad in way
Is that a noose or a chain on ya neck
Turn that shit off quick
Burn that bridge I tightrope
Eyes so stern I flick my switch
I switch lanes where pain defied me
I abstained from change try to take Crave to fight
I take aim strife it ain't safe
Survive to maintain more than six weeks
Despite to chase chains they like to play games
I watched you shiver as you drew a pane
On a pilot of an old newspaper
With all the mandem chilling by the doorway
Take us out the hood in the lord's name see
The purpose of a hood is to absorb rain
Shelter your thoughts that don't help with the cause
So [?]
Corbyn was written by Crave Moore.
Crave Moore released Corbyn on Sat Dec 05 2015.