Soren - Hyro (feat. J. Smoke)

(if you win the lottery, what would you do with the money?)
(ooooh ya'll don't even know)
(first of all half that's going to Kenny)
(Hyro Sinki says)
(Hyro)
(it is time)
(time)
(Soren)
Got a fresh pair of white Nike court vision lows
When I walk through the door
Nigga what you gonna do about it,
Real ones I got like two around me
But there's still lotta damn food around us
'cause we gotta eat (gotta eat)
I've been thinking I ain't gotta sleep
'cause the options are live in poverty
Or buy your mom a Jeep
Don't be modest please 'cause she deserve it
No verse can explain enough,
Of course I pour my drink in a cup
I'm damn-near human I ain't making it up
& say yeah if you ain't making enough
(yeah)
Nigga you got served boo-hoo
Show me the money woo-woo
When I cast that stone
I threw two,
Don't fret when your mind's blown
Similar to a light show
It's all good it's just the Hyro-technics
I respect it
I dissect it
I resuscitated, give the press a statement
Saying "ya'll don't know",
Man ya'll don't know
(go)
It's time to go if you wanna go babe,
Can't wait forever so don't pay
Me no mind I'm workin' on my grind
Every day of my life
What I never lost
I could never find,
That's why I'm working on rehearsing
What's been on my mind,
These stories that I never wrote down
(I choked out)
But never mind, that's a pair of dice
I guess I'll never find,
You find it easier to roll straight
Never look behind,
But I can't help it if it's on my mind
(No)
I can't help it if it's on my mind,
Where do you go when all around you is the paradigm
Consisting of what's left or right
But who's behind you is what's really prime,
Yeah who's behind you is what's really prime
(who's behind you is what's really prime)
(who's behind you is what's really prime) (man ya'll don't know)
Uh,
That's Hyro
That's Hyro,
Open your eyes though
'cause that's Hyro,
That inner light flow
(that's Hyro)
(that's Hyro)
(if I were to wish for anything)
(I should not wish for wealth & power)
(but for the passionate sense of the potential)
(for the eye)
(which young & ardent, sees the possible)
(pleasure disappoints, possibility never)
(& what wine is so sparkling, what so fragrant)
(what so intoxicating, as possibility?)

Written by:
Bryce Perry, Kenneth Woods

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