Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Hill
Songwriter
Lyrics
Woah child woah child Let that wind blow
It's that woah child woah child Let that wind blow
It's that woah child woah child Let that wind blow
It's that woah child woah child Let that, let that, let that, that
I'ma sail to the moon See if I can touch the sun
I'm a smart motherfucker But I like to rap dumb
You a conscious rapper bitch Let me have some fun
Conscious shit don't matter If you always run
What you think, I was done
I'm losing patience Concentration willin
Huh, y'all got me hot But I know it's just a feelin
My girl, my girl Holds me down
I like her clothes revealing You're speaking to a king, son
Get to kneeling Like it when you bend the knee
No mercy for my enemies I'm getting thirsty
So it's time to feed They want the smoke
Ask and Receive, Floating like a butterfly
Stinging like a bee
I'ma sail to the moon See if I can touch the sun
I'm a smart motherfucker But I like to rap dumb
You a conscious rapper Bitch, let me have some fun
Conscious shit don't matter If you always run
What you think, I was done
Sail to the moon See if I can touch the sun
I'm a smart motherfucker But I like to rap dumb
You a conscious rapper bitch Let me have some fun
Conscious shit don't matter If you always run
What you think, I was done
Bringin' that shit to you like this, bitch
I'ma sail to the moon See if I can touch the sun
Breakin' out of this cocoon, my metamorphosis
About to come, about to rain down like a plague
This a bear emerging from its cave
Gotta a taste for blood, now all I do is crave
All I do is pray
That I can make a living off of music one motherfuckin' day
If there's a will, there's a way
Kill and slay, I gotta say
I'm lookin' forward to seeing my name
Up in lights, on display
My flow an anomaly
This a homily, listen
I fuck with God but don't ever call me a Christian
Spirit like the blessed vibe
Ego screamin' west side
Hard for me to describe
Doin' what I love is the aim in my mission
Impact the world, I cause the collision
Provide a new insight on what has been blocking your vision
I come correct, you stand corrected
Dig out feeling, you've neglected
How you gonna be the man when you've
Never been respected by yourself
Writer(s): Jordan Hill
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