Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Caleb McCarter
Songwriter
Daniel Alcala
Songwriter
Lyrics
Sublime sublimity
What's the figure of modern divinity
My step father he was a friend to me
Lost souls but that magnifies brilliancy
Be the best that I can be to my ability
Age 47 they proceed to ask the questions
Don't you talk about a lesson when you don't count your blessings
Follow on a path speaking spoken confessions
Feeling like I have chronic depression
But it's just an opening to my new future
Mind boggling but I'm sincere like I'm Confucius
Did you do this
No I didn't
Grab the pen and grab the pad and then I get distant
You watch and see how imma make this shit without assistance
I think I've tried a million times to get this shit up off my chest
But every time these thoughts arrive it's a gunshot to my head
I can't confine these beings inside 'cause they just fill me with regret
The only time that I'm alive is when I feel a bit less dead
What the funk is this fuckery
Loose cannons never sunken me
Hoppys on the call if anybody tried at punking me
Beer belly ass got you stumbling round drunkenly
Make your head a doughnut like you just got your Dunkin' free
Gunning at the stall
Chattanooga say the losers winners on the fall
Baby want a body so I took her to the mall
Don't let your girl around me 'cause I hit her with the
Wiyo wiyo wiyo (Dam)
Did you catch that
Maybe scratch that
Snowhill mobbing deep with the rap pack
Did you catch that
Maybe scratch that
Snowhill mobbing deep with the rap pack
I stay on my charms like I'm lucky
Got a metal arm like I'm Bucky
Don't touch me
Snowhill
Bitches is some chickens when they clucking
Hard to lose your friends when you got the fucking bass jumping
Ain't bluffing
Case coming
Seal of fate
I go MIA
Pour some lemonade
Easing my headache
Make me feel ok
Soul stays ablaze
Hold the pain and wait
Human bomb for four long years
Explosion with an earthquake I can't contain
When does the karma kick in
My days passing by like my alarm is missing
What you hearing
Searing son
Pencil tips
Fake appearance
Forgot to mention
Gristle grip extended clip no condition
Mane do you benefit
The shame with the benefits
I've done
Gave all my benefits
She done
Got all that I can give
You say
Did you catch that
Maybe scratch that
Snowhill mobbing deep with the rap pack
Did you catch that
Maybe scratch that
Snowhill mobbing deep with the rap pack
Writer(s): Caleb Mccarter
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