Often Spaced - Black Summer

Waking up in wonder land, wondering how my slumber ended
It's summer and it's a scorcher, My sweat is unintended
A bad broad, is next to me, that's unexpected
It wasn't love, just another butt my lust Befriended
Cuz I'm a loner, I'm dolo, I never was dependent
I'm just addicted to feeling pleasure
Was born in the chilly weather
An Ovo kid forever, drake need to cosign my flow
With his Signature, big ol' letters, calligrapher
Until they feel my skill, I keep it real, and
No cold shoulders here I keep it chillin
I elevate till I floats and hits the ceiling
I hit stages to chase the better feeling
You feel it
You feel it
Music to your soul, it's appealing
You feel it
You feel it
It's my job to let you know that I'm the realest
I see some fakes I take note of it, I'm never snitching
Don't need no exposition
Let the ecosystem grow till the people listen
To the egotism
Then turn it to an exhibition
I may be in debt, but I bet I'll have a pot to piss in
And some more to smoke on
I'm solo in soho but you still managed to peak
Now you try to hold on while my progression is prolonged
Everything happened to go wrong
Sayonara, and so long
Good riddance, no re admittance
The show rolls and it goes on
Burn trees, make a wide open hole in the ozone
Oh no, we off on an expedition
Sometimes I forget to listen
I dip off and venture alone
To get in the next position
I live on a preposition
You could never lace my kicks up
To win and just get to swishing
You bum ass 76in
The boo's is coming in flux
My presence presents itself with some deft and vision
Accept I'm the best decision
Until they feel my skill, I keep it real and
No cold shoulders here I keep it chillin
I elevate till I floats and hits the ceiling
I hit stages to chase the better feeling
You feel it
You feel it
Music to your soul, it's appealing
You feel it
You feel it
It's my job to let you know that I'm the realest

Written by:
Gaffney Pierre

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