Top Songs By Rafael Casal
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rafael Casal
Performer
Daveed Diggs
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rafael Casal
Songwriter
Daveed Diggs
Songwriter
Jesse James
Songwriter
David Stokes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jesse James
Producer
David Stokes
Producer
Lyrics
Yo
Sun dry, Swishers, makes the roll up tricky
I'm on my sixth round of this fifth, not even tipsy (Diggs!)
How is life so complicated?
Don't commit to nothing in this entertainment
I'm so innovative, how the God do I express it
If the rest are highly orchestrated with the fakeness? Oh
What is an artist? If not at his best, at his darkest
A well-traveled rapper am I
Back from the Louvre in my Paris apartment
Known to love 'em for a month and skate
Stop in town and tell 'em all I'm late
And then I'm off to another state
If you ain't after crowns you couldn't possibly relate
And not the crown of some dude who has done it
And you want to take it from
That's just a hollow focus, you got follow focus
I want them to cast. cut, and make me one till I'm
Microdosin (Dosin) that's the motion (The motion)
Getting late, it's after closin' (Closin')
Mental state has got me actin' open
Microdosin' (Ayy), no emotions (Motions)
(Heh, Motions)
Everything ain't always roses (Roses)
So, don't hate me cause how I'm copin'
I've been handed 'bout twenty deals today, and I don't want nuttin'
You been trying to make dollars off a me, I've been tryna have fun
Maybe I'm too old fo' this type of shit
But a nigga ain't done sorry (Sorry, sorry, sorry)
Not sorry, I done spent plenty time runnin'
Track star, 'fo' I was a rap star, 'fo' I was a stage star, '
Fo' you knew who I was
I ain't tryna take the weight off the world, player
I'ma lift it till I find my peace then I done
Zen like that, bend that back in your lulumelons and
I'm pretty much satisfied
All these rockets to the stars, but it's slappin' in my car
So I gladly push that aside
One drop rule, I don't need a whole tab
Never really sure what's real (What's real, what's real)
Not that cool, player, you don't know how turnt I feel
I been livin' in my feelings lately
That shit can get so it might be time to step out
(Step out, step out)
Today I don't need your pussy, but if you feel like it
You can show me what that head 'bout
Microdosin' three-wheel motion
Feelin' that Oakland I ian't been home
In a minute, mayn, I miss that ocean
But I been in four countries in the five days
So don't tell me that I ain't on (ain't on, ain't on)
And I'm sittin' with a smile while you trippin'
On what's written on a damn song
Microdin' (Microdosin') that's the motion (That's the motion)
Gettin' late, it's after closin' (Gettin' late)
Mental state has got me actin' open (Oh)
Microdosin' (micro) no emotions (No emotions)
Everything ain't always roses (You)
So don't hate me 'cause of how I'm copin'
Mocrodosin' that's the motion, whoa-oh-oh
Writer(s): David Anthony Stokes, Jesse I. James, Rafael Casal, Daveed Diggs
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