Chuck Strangers and Kipp Stone - Faygo Baby

Look I swear to god im never swearing to god again 
from my rainbow glockenspiel days I was raised in a crazy la famila 
under age puffin haze in a bando 
eyes glazed like a honeybun 
free lunch and a chocolate milk 
hard knock life we adopted it 
then adapt graduate wit a doctorate 
I'm the homonym of my mama nem 
she a matriarch I'm a sovereign 
prophet never profiting 
fanatasize bout days I don't gotta swing a mop again 
this ain't pressure to coal this lead to gold who better should know 
this Santiago in a Honda cypher tryna find my Fatima 
in a blinding light gotta time it right 
see when you watch the clock it's on lean when you watch the pot it won't steam 
can't listen wit ya mouth can't talk wit ya ears i walk through lines in between i need to breathe I need a break we passing green we conversate we kept the dream alive while awake shit startimg to make  sense by the day 

Labors of love driving you crazy 
Raised by the world my faygo baby 
Making the most of what they gave me
My how you've grown my faygo baby 

This ain't bout no commas no this shit for yo common sense bandage on yo confidence where you learn to take a punch trauma that we self inflict no I've not been diagnosed maybe call it negligence mama tryna feed and clothe maybe I'm too sensitive 

Written by:
Brandon Freeman, Che Jessamy

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