Spinnin' in circles, my mind.
So many Urkels, my sight shrouded.
These clowns is hurtin' my sides.
Tryna act like they working like I.
Honestly, that claim is unfounded.
Been in and out, these faces like clouds to me.
My future salary a hunnid thousand...
Plus a hunnid million and black trousers.
They can't see my vision, they all blinded.
Cause my future so bright I be shinin'.
They say the freaks come out in the nightime,
but I'm flexing all 24 hours.
Guess I got 'em beat then.
No problem. When I'm done I never take a seat,
just floating like I'm chillin' in the deep.
Never drowning, guess I'm still wading/waitin' for a reason.
Don't know what for just yet, one day on tour all four of the seasons.
No time for a little bit of pretense.
Been real, I don't never gotta pretend no!
Tell me where you need to go.
I'm just tryna make it home with my mind intact.
Piece of my mind with my mind in pieces,
Jesus please.
I can't get no peace of mind or piece of sleep.
(Verse 2)
Take a piece of the pie and eat it please it's freeing.
Leaders don't need teachers we just,
Listen close to what they sayin (sand) like Egypt.
Can't stop man, I guess I'm preachin'.
To the choir, these fires burn souls.
The soles of my feet been falling through holes.
The coals at my feet make Santa climb poles.
It's old in my eyes, my eyes be so bold.
I see what I want, balance my woes with flows that I run through pages, my notes for ages been cold, It's time that y'all know.
Emporer Kuzco of music, my groove in now set in stone, can't copy my soul. (no no!)
Can't copy my lows, can't reach to my highs, can't get to my floors.
Ya elevators could never catch me.
I'm running at speeds Usain couldn't reach.
Try process my leaps, ya CPU broke.
Heart is ass out, enriching my goals.
You took the fast route, ankle got rolled.
I took all my time, my clock never died.
My patience got me the road to the gold, the leprechaun just tracked down a rainbow like yo!
Tell me where you need to go.
I'm just tryna makre it out in time to hit the station.
State of mind is in a coffin.
Headed down the street, and now i'm flower shoppin'.
(Outro)
Headed down the street.
Now i'm flower shoppin'. X2
Just passed the flower shop too...
credits
from 138 FM,
released June 17, 2016
Writers: A. Harriott-Stewart
Produced by K-Yall
Soulful, funky instrumental hip-hop with deep grooves; producer JD. Reid was "inspired by Madlib," & his fans will find much to love. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 24, 2020