ISO - Blossom (feat. Moelete)

It's been too many to count at night I feel that pain
Stare at the man in the mirror like who the fuck else is to blame
Call me Mr. Fantastic way I learned to stretch that change
Ma put too much work in I can't go out like no lame
(Yea)
It's been way too many to count at night I feel that pain
Stare at the man in the mirror like who the fuck else is to blame
Call me Mr. Fantastic way I learned to stretch that change
Ma put too much work in I can't go out like no lame
(Like no lame)
(Yea, Yea)
I love my momma to death
But I wanna live for her
Decisions is fatal
I'm tryna pick up on the lessons no fable no Tom Sawyer
Do I want the white picket fence
Americana at a glimpse
(Huh)
Hitchcock the suspense
Got a youngin feeling tense
(Huh)
Call it reverse psychology
Such an oddity
Such an anomaly
Every part of me
(Huh)
How do I kill who I am just to be who I wanna be
Am I a wanna be
Is Quon quantity, quality
Hide behind comedy
(Huh)
Can't make a decision 24 years of probably
Possibly more
Procrastinating don turned all my chores
Into a series of revolving doors
Sires serenade at the end of the shore
So damn assure
Ing
Silencing calls as the phone rings
Focus today for tomorrow brings
A whole new problem
Hate that I've fallen like autumn
But on the bright side it leaves me no choice but to blossom
(Yea)
But to blossom
(Yea, Yea)
But to blossom
(Yea, Yea)
But to blossom
But to blossom
(Yea)
Put main bitch in wagon yea
Smoke good green big cabbage yea
Got some young niggas in the kitchen
When they whipping they make magic yea
Threw a 5 piece in magic (uh)
Threw a 5 piece in magic (uh)
These lil niggas don't want static (uh)
Purple yellow diamonds like magic (uh)
Tryna fit a 100 in a mattress
Big ole booty look plastic (uh)
50 rounds tucked in my ratchet (uh)
Hawk a nigga down in traffic (uh)
Lights cameras give em that action
Turkey bag all my plastic (uh)
Came in real quick
Drop that real shit
I'm tryna give you a classic
It's been too many to count at night I feel that pain
Stare at the man in the mirror like who the fuck else is to blame
Call me Mr. Fantastic way I learned to stretch that change
Ma put too much work in I can't go out like no lame
(Yea)
It's been way too many to count at night I feel that pain
Stare at the man in the mirror like who the fuck else is to blame
Call me Mr. Fantastic way I learned to stretch that change
Ma put too much work in I can't go out like no lame
(Like no lame)
(Yea, Yea)

Written by:
Gaquon Stephens

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