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Aye, let the sun talk, sun talk

Aye

Okay, the difference between a nigga like me and a hundred million is a couple years

Had to knock the lining out her ribs to let some love in there

I be justifying crises lived from writing couple hymns

Laws that I abide concerning family a covenant

Trauma I survived done left me planted, ain't no buckling

Bar got raised up high by all the xan and when my lover dipped

I stay calm and guided through the qualms to reach the subtle shit

But I still got anxiety, your calls'll leave me tunneled in

I got over lying underlying where my heart is

I got puddled pride and troubled eyes cause I'm an artist

I been close to morgue underscoring where my mind was

I've eloped before and other corny shit to find love

I've bespoke and I've reproached the lord still tryna find bruh

I done got some crazy ass results from showing kindness

Let the sun talk in love with light aubade bathing me

Administration meant for saving me act like they hating me

Stumbled into worlds of vacancy, I stayed, to say the least

Crumbled spirit furled to make-believe tiptoeing flames beneath

I Stumbled into worlds of vacancy, I stayed, to say the least

Crumbled spirit furled to make-believe tiptoeing flames beneath baby

Let the sun, let the sun, let the-

Let the sun

I had to pick that up

I had to shed that tear

I had to give that up

Eye level led me here

Sky level bred, I'm fallen

Blind spots, so all sights sealed

Oh aight, so now I get it

Might pinch me now, eyes peeled

I know my plate better not drove

Eyesore that old ass tag

Po' me, won't let that hold me back from toking my gas

Eyes swollen closing

'I know you floating', coldly mom dotes

I roll two rosy eyes

Other than the odor of OG smoke cloaked in lies

No surprise, homie

The Henny half shockingly get held down over the coke

Eyes open close

What the fuck was I just poking, oh no

Beer goggles got my eyes posin' like they broke

I know I'ma catch a sideye dashin' out the door

Flash my forever doctors note, 'Too depressed, gotta go'

It do the trick, that's always, though

Newer glint in my eye, another sunrise

Another punchclock

Another bum rhymer for the lunchbox

I flubbed a couple tough trials

For this kumquat colored rough rider

Bumped vials

Nothing like the drugs I do

Shorty was squeamish and intravenous

I was into keeping breathing room

Hide and seek games pregamed with a 'see you soon'

I'm on the creep

But my nigga, it's me

She lick and taste the esteem

Precipitation preceding

I need the cake and the cream

Whether via coco from fosters, avian, or tree

It's the mayor

I'm a big decision maker bigger difference maker

Risky business hater, quit the flinching shaky

Hands say that I could take the pack

And take it all

Same thing I'm saying, baby flinging maison drawls

I ate it, she ain't shave because I paid to have it lasered off

I be with anti orph needless to say we ain't the same at all

Was out in Baltimore, unfinished business like the ravens, dawg

Fuck ya comment dork, go drop a four and make that pain dissolve

My cousin hit the wock, you missed the stain we look the same and all

And I'm walking with a thang that keep a plane from taking off

Gotta creep up on a stain, you in the station with the law

Everything on him was fake except his chain, we took it off

I ain't seen my dawg in days, we blow a quake to stay involved

I done took a condom off for women, Satan wouldn't cross

Niggas get to popping off cause they adjacent to the boss

Mad them hanging on my name, won't get them paid, I brush 'em off

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