STUMBLE

I tried to play your games
I stumbled down, and rumbled out
The insides of my fane

Competing wit ya always leads to everlasting shame

I ask you, how can we communicate?

We dont speak same language: dialect
It dont matter you understand
All my emotions and ideas
Stumbled, in my head, in silence

Flexin some kimbundu
Linguagem, that I dont speak, came straight up from my mamas mama
Thoughts mixed up like stew
Minor problem, jumbling, tumbling through cerebrum we playing mikado
Ridin in a coupe, ya goal prolly
Ain't that brief relief sweet u needa new hobby

Pissed off, clear objects so I dont think about em
Pistols, crystals coins of the same side bruh

Straight to ya tibia, stank face when this play, swaying the femur ya
Open the Biblia, maybe you’ll say: "not so saint my interior"
Music my muse she a diva, her moves protrude to the point of anemia
Laughing at the oh-so-serious

Tremendously

A firm believer that my dreaming doesn’t
End in deceit, hands on the seat
The remedy
With no question what grounds my compass are these melodies
Unquestionably, create or die, how I am, was, and have to be
Putting my dent on earth heavy bending space with the gravity

The pen or the bottle?
Depends on how hollow
And mood in the moment
The highs and the bottoms
It dont matter how low
I get I dont swallow
The booze, stay not boosting me
Tough act to follow

Gimme more im a fool ah
Sobriety my new party trick
Measure liters on the ruler
Liver never gon retire
See me downing but im neutral
This ain't finna be the death of me
Awake even after moon come
Insomnia got me fried up

We dont speak same language i can
Recognize that im nobody
If I talk and we end parting ways
Then what does that mean for you and

I

Can’t be detained or deterred, like my people were
We gotta be heard, lead the herd, I can be the first
Finally I can see through, got the means to shine light on my people
Said my tracks hard, they told me run it back like alopecia
Takin the crown, whats negus to you?
To me it means king
I was ready to rule still baby in belly
Delivering truth, biting bullet bulletproof in the womb
I beg your pardon, big problem is that I was parted to atoms
Probably saw my matter on the floor to piece my heart together

Sticky sticky
They kept blickies on me
In case i was runnin
Liberty non existent in my world
They made me a dummy
If I pull up to the function stuntin
Peeps won't tell me nothing
Rather look at me like a freak
Than talking makin odd assumptions
Lookin at what you did must feel so good so nice
So keep it comin
Funnily i dont give a damn bruh, watch your temper

If you see us goin loco tokin on that kusher herb
Rainbox six smoke dont ask us whats in the canister

We dont speak same language: dialect
It dont matter you understand
All my emotions and ideas
Stumbled, in my head, in silence