C.O.D. DecaturboyMusic, Jarell and P. Henry Trotter IV - Matches

(Verse 1 C.O.D. DecaturboyMusic)
cs I sit here staring at the flame, I see the beauty in destruction
What once was so powerful, reduced to only nothin
Where it once was so loud, no one can hear a sound
But, if they could, would they even be around
Well, I guess you can say, it's in the eye of the beholder
Most niggas who catch fire, start givin' the cold shoulder

Women who catch fire, the target of affection
Build em up to break em down, circle of life inside that lesson
Spaz out, cash out, roll 7's and I pass out
Gamble wit my life, like my credit cards is maxed out

Young, reckless, but  never fashion conscious
Cause I was Pullin' women, in pajamas at the Patment
Now I'm movin' up, toolin' up and plotting wit the Scheme
Wear so many different hats, it don't matter who on the team
Me and my niggas tryna get it, grinding to make it happen
Waiting to catch fire, till then we jus matches

(Verse 2 C.O.D. DecaturboyMusic)
cs I sit here staring at a river, I wonder where it leads
Huh, still waters run deep, swift current carves canyons
Wind patterns start to form, a butterfly flaps its wings
Katrina tropical storm, How did we get here!?

Where are we going? What separates us from our dreams
c river or an ocean? Going wit the flow
But I'm still fighting with changing tides
Under tow, and these sharks is still trying to eat me aliiiive

Man vs Wild, I pray that I keep on winning
cnd The Lord have it in his will to see me through this sinning
Got my, head in the clouds, feet on the ground
One step after the next
Fearing each one bring me closer to success or death

Damn, either would bring me peace
But until the day I'm deceased
Me and my niggas trying to get it
Grinding to make it happen
Waiting to catch fire... Til then we just matches

(Verse 3 P. Henry Trotter IV)
Problems to address, but don't have enough stamps
Laundry loads of rhythm, but don't know the right dance
The name is important, hope you build the right brand
They want to catch the flame, but don't have the right hands

Tough yard's clstot, y'all free all Scott
Walk in to the game, raw talent Hard Knocks
But spent a many day, on the hardwood blacktop
cnd we still making plays, bra give us our props

Need a light when that nicotine bite
Pryor set the fire, saw the humor in his life
Prior to Richard, Jeremiah made it known
To let the fire out, Don't leave shelled up in ya bones

Because, because the roof the grass
Damn yo ass on fire too
We don't need no water, we just need that right juice
Me and my niggas trying to get it
Grinding to make it happen
Waiting to catch fire... Til then we just matches

Written by:
FREDERICK RHODES, SAMUEL ALLEN

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