Arlo Noir - Montè

We don't grind for the money but for
The freedom that we gain from it
Tryna find a sweet one, hunny
In this generation it's a myth
To find a sweet one like honey
She got the body
But does she have the mind
& beauty to be somebody ?
Who am I to judge
We all tryna find ourselves
But too many copy
Comparison is the thief of joy
It's all a game like Monte.
When the power of love
Overcomes the love of power
May the world know peace
As we find our founder
Thick dark skin I think I found her.
But ain't no telling
Ain't no telling baby
When you'll see me again
But I pray it'll be tomorrow
So I don't condemn
Cah I'll see you again
In this life or the next,
Who knows when
Call me Jimi Hendrix.
You'll see me eventually
Although my phone always on dnd
It's nearly 4am
My bro just hit me on the phone
All is good amen
Remember night shifts,
Freestyling to the end,
Colly in the morning
Used to wake up yawning
& I don't pretend to comprehend
What your saying you ain't no friend
Tell me what's your intent?
Prevention before cure
Prevent the descent
Pray to the lord & I repent
Before I descend, up
Why am I still up
Call that insomnia in my head
Wealth I'll spread
You can't take it when your dead
I try to go to bed
But my mind stay on bread
Wake up purple snaps, no red
She come over, exquisite head
Thinking back to what I said
The realest loved me
When I was at my lowest
Something I'll never forget
& I'm still tryna heal from
Shit I ain't discussed yet
Am I anything more than space dust ?
Trying to find my way back into the stars
Green smoke make it hard to trust
& you know I'm on a different planet Mars
It really is a must
To heal these scars & adjust
So I put the pain into the bars
When I look in her eyes it's lust
She'll be in my memoirs
But no love when I bust
My life into her
& my pants i readjust
Never had a father figure
But I'm tryna put these figures further
In the bleak midwinter
Is when I found the inspiration to go bigger
It might sound sinister
Sometimes wish I never had this life
So I sip my liquor
Baire broski, uno that's my nigga
When I see him move
I feel like I'm looking at a mirror
But he gon be colder than me
Imma make sure he a winner
We been a saint we been a sinner
In the end he always gon see the bigger picture
He active & I'm the thinker
We don't grind for the money but for
The freedom that we gain from it
Tryna find a sweet one, hunny
In this generation it's a myth
To find a sweet one like honey
She got the body
But does she have the mind
& beauty to be somebody
Who am I to judge
We all tryna find ourselves
But too many copy
Comparison is the thief of joy
It's all a game like Monte

Written by:
Abel Abubakar

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