Cautious Clay - Blood Type

First verse:
Cynicism in the face of
Love I'm Insecure
Stigmatism in the chase
for worth I need more
Left right brain
Attitude memories on the floor
Cus we all made do for the
Clear cutted !!

Red tape and the medial gauze
Put out for less
This passion to cover my flaws
And pass the rest
We strike gold in mysterious ways
Cause we all gotta be cold blooded!!

Chorus:
Yeaah been Fuckin around
But if I couldn't handle this crown
How would You make good on your word to my face

Sold in the back of my mind
high praise we takin our time
It's worth every minute of mine
In this space

So we stay up...
My head all good but my body's in shambles

No pay cuts...
To the love of my life yea I wish I was stable

Second verse:
Show worth every day of my life
I'm Burning ou
Cold calls in the name of this price
Without a doubt

I stay humble in the words that I'm given

There's nothing else I can do....

Type A but You gotta B right I must be lost
Same shit cus you wanna impress at any cost

But we strike gold in mysterious ways

Sometimes we all gotta be gold blooded

Chorus:
Yeaah been Fuckin around
But if I couldn't handle this crown
How would You make good on your word to my face

Sold in the back of my mind
high praise we takin our time
It's worth ever every minute of mine
In this space

So we stay up...
My head all good but my body's in shambles

No pay cuts...
To the love of my life yea I wish I was stable

Written by:
JOSHUA ALEXANDER DINGUS

Publisher:
Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Downtown Music Publishing

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