Haf N' Haf - Calloway Cool

So suave but so flawed, you know Josh
How he giving off this type of energy with no charge
Lone star, won't pretend to be a Voltron
He's flown far, leave his enemies a postcard
Reading, greetings really wish you were here
When you peering in the rearview see a bitch in the mirror
You be searchin' for a purpose, what you missin' is clear
On the surface you a serpent nigga missin' its ears, ye
Cold blooded, just know some of your own slither
With no love for they own brothers & most sisters
So sudden they domed Hussle, the coast shivered
Old grudges are soul numbin' & bone chillin'
Even worse they might just murk you in your own whip
Before you hit the drinking age or have your own kids
Hard to be an artist, harder if you melanated
Hard not to be a target when on the stage & elevated
Oh no wonder all these youngins daily medicated
I'm rollin' thunder in a blunt but rarely ever faded
That's that loud cuz I'm lousy with crowds
Rather be in front of one or have my crown in the clouds, dig it
Tryna do this rap shit just like the righteous would
Since Nas went from "life's a bitch", to rapping "life is good"
Don't carry on or let it go over heads
Keep your real friends close, don't let em go over bread
Please
Most beef is a product of cheese
So like an instagram thot, gotta watch watch you eat
Vegan
Yeah I mean it, I just call em like I see em
You a club emcee, I'm in need of coliseums
All these beats I meet gon' need a mausoleum, shit
How you work a nine to five and call it freedom
I don't question your survival, I'm dissecting all the reasons
What's the point of life if we're neglecting all the meaning
A life that's unexamined ain't the type I wanna be in
Domesticated peeps beneath fluorescents on the ceilings
Word to Socrates I gotta question ya'll beliefs
Because your god is no relief for this depression I've been feeling
Forty hours weeks no time for scheduling some healing, shit
Life's a bitch just make her yours baby
Strike it rich & pay it forward
If ya truly love him you should say it more
If ya truly love her you should say it more
Goofy motherfucker what you waiting for
The day is short
And you know tomorrow ain't promised
This ain't high school, sure as hell ain't college
Say you love your major, sure as hell ain't honest
Say you love your paper, I can tell you ain't got it
Emp Bohe made it, how the hell you ain't noddin'
Name's Haffo, baby welcome to the project

Written by:
Joshua Bourgouin-D'Aguiar

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