Trust The Child - No Shelter

Intro the outro
1M, 2M, need to get out more
3 exhibits, we could stack some bars
Hit the sack, watch your mouth though
All the running from the shove God
All the crushers for the glove box
All the hunting for the love lost
Muhfucka neva loved us
Hold my phone
I got addictions I don't even wanna own up to
She wan hold my award like I'm gon sell songs
You look washed like my old air ones
I'm not so well known, I'm more Donald G than Corleone
Like a leader said, I don't sleep on bread, but I'm humming tones
So I'm all alone but the church is full
Recreation, recreation, blue dream, boo dream new foundation
Built her shit on birkin bags and hurt the payment found my patience
Bathe in the same dreams that my Grandpa had when he booked that plane from Guyana
And I'm glad he made it
And my Grandma met Jim Jones
He said that glitter gold, she had to hit the road
Said little baby
I'm just tryna reach the other side
You'll be that one, one day
You heard that shit a thousand times
I know you know that you the only thing that's valuable
Keep on your toes don't let that housing get you comfortable
Hurricane hurricane hurricane
Hurricane hurricane hurricane hurricane
My bitch love do dope things
My bitch glove fit four rings
I've been saying this since a poor thing
Bottles in the mic, leave the slow, try and run things
Came through, new shoes, new change
Came through, my faith mood swings
I ain't put a feature on this shit
And I could show em I could hang with just a jumprope
Suicide drills on the asphalt got him looking tar, tryna cutthroat
Why you on your bold face fuck for? (hm)
I'm really insulted
I dream about death because I'm really haunted
By ghosts like a Ottoman Empire in modern environment
I am not tired yet, I am the hieroglyph
I am the pain on her face when you lying and
I am the place that your demons be hiding in
I am the pockets as deep as the islands and
I am the thing that you stole while she crying and
I am the diction that's leaving you dry
I am the friend that done waved you goodbye
I am the citrus that sit in her thigh
I am the dilated pyramid eye
Said little baby
I'm just tryna reach the other side
You'll be that one, one day
You heard that shit a thousand times
I know you know that you the only thing that's valuable
Keep on your toes don't let that housing get you
(housing get you)
Hurricane hurricane hurricane
Hurricane hurricane hurricane hurricane
Hurricane hurricane hurricane
Hurricane hurricane hurricane hurricane
My bitch love do dope things
My bitch glove fit four rings
Hurricane hurricane hurricane
Hurricane hurricane hurricane hurricane
I ain't put a feature on this shit
And I could show em I could hang with just a jumprope
Suicide drills on the asphalt got him looking tar, tryna cutthroat
Why you on your bold face fuck for?

Written by:
Anthony Faria

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