Shea Michael - Atlas (Cashmere)

I'm in it for the nasty
The sex and the passion
Hardwood is looking better when covered in good fashion
My suede shoes and your Sarah Flint boots
Cashmere sweater next to the fireplace wood
She validates me but feel like everyday I'm gonna break
I only listen for her voice not what she gotta say
Every confrontation I manipulate
Motherfucker deserves to blow his brains
I never said that I was flawless
But the levels I've been stooping just to call a woman gorgeous
That of course every time is gonna end in divorces
And women fighting over all of my motherfucking Porsches
It seems like when you're rich and famous that's the mindset
Prenups as currency but money never be as timeless
As your genius so don't you blow it like you yeezy
Decades worth of sweat and tears watch it vanish like Houdini
Walk through the halls of the mall with some Barbie doll
Hope to get her in a stall and pin her to a wall
These wicked thoughts have got me twisted
Got me drunken off of my desires now that's the tea you be fucking sipping
Daddy dreaming that I would be a good Christian
Ambition of different women ain't become religion
Cause if there really is a god and he made you gifted
You know he dealt a million flaws so that the scales ain't tipping
I never told you I was perfect
The petty lyrics flashy clothes were all a huge diversion
Cause I was scared to show that I'm the type of person
That could love you for a minute and next I got your ego hurting
It's myself that I'm cursing
Envy and jealousy inserted at wrong times that I'm turning
I should've left her right away but then I deemed my life worthless
Without the pretty petty pussy just to keep my heart burning
A game of cat and mouse that we would play for half a decade
Just to climax with attention you ain't getting paid
Broken promises don't matter
Told you that I'd always be there where were you when my world shattered
Had it steady on my shoulders like Atlas
Stumbled a bit and almost ended in a casket
The magic that you pulled was tragic
Had me begging on my knees on your finger I was wrapping
I never claimed to be a patron Saint
People thinking I work miracles take pain away
I paint the picture for you what I'm seeing in my face
When I start rapping in the mirror and lay that shit to waste
Arrayed in cashmere now we keeping it burn
And all the ashes from her sweater are placed in my urn
Cause I tore apart my own universe
Tryna get in between something that I ain't deserve
I was atlas was dripping in this cashmere sweater
Why was I the one that's bitching how she treat me better
Like I deserve to be honored
And every time I turn a corner seems I've broken a promise
This costumes getting tight like Tom Hardy
I'm the bane of my existence see you at my pity party
I don't believe in love
Don't you dream bout being in public we're strangers when we fuck

Written by:
Ken Harris, Shea McElligott

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