afro futurism

歌詞

Esoteric, generic Zombie chasin' the carrot, a ferret on solid ground The members are hound dog, don't bark at the sun This a dog eat dog world, she got family to hunt It's that time of the month Blunt, bitches and booze, I could smoke on a good mood You could squabble in the comments, bitch You are a comet Orbit 'round me, let my sun shine on you Third degree, the burn sting, don't say I ain't warned you, nigga I'm sendin' little books to little bears Money on the commissaire, solitaire Mimicking a home The phone is a shotgun, the mailbox a possum My letters play dead as they watch from the stock room What's a costume party with no kids? A bundle of nightsticks, a huddle of grown men Chest heavin', breathin' like they god Uh, slow demented No incentive to ask, pretense so, so temptin' To add intents to syntax This verse could wrong one three fifths a human New cast that deep in, too black to not fend For they life, tightrope the matrix 'til we die The sky says I'm still alive The sky says I'm still alive The sky says we're still alive First I stayed on the island for like a few months, buh-buh-buh. processin', went to the box, I love the box. The box, I love the box on the island, I ain't had to deal with none of them fake niggas, everybody you locked up with was a gangsta, and everybody was gettin' it and everybody innocent. How you could be gettin' it and innocent at the same time? Oh, my god! Then I went to the box all my myself and I was like, "This is great," you know what I'm sayin'?