Glisten like the stars don't in the daytime
Tryna make bread, forget to make time
Lungs start clapping like thunder when it rain down
And know the sun is my face while
I'm shooting through the glass ceiling
Still space bound
Hope you climbing to the ending of that rope
Head started spinning when I woke up
Early in the morning, palm rinsing with soap
Face disgusted vomit in my throat
Rippin' up notes
Been smart just focused on tryna fit up in my growth
Hard headed since a jit i ain't listen to my folks
Kickin' what I wrote
Like
What is in my fate I hope its luck
Nothing in the way im getting stuck tho
35 blunts in a day cause' i'm cut-throat
Putting all the comfort to the side
Whole world in my gaze, nothing in my mind
Been runnin' with my shoelaces untied, stumbling a bit
Munching up the sidewalk
Onion in the L got me crying dawg
(Glisten like it's)
Tryna make bread forget to make time
Blunt starts clapping like thunder when it rain down
No beginnings to my weakness
Got it off the strength
Got up off the fence, little mileage on my head
I'm stayin' 10 toes down