"Poetry" lyrics
Recently I've seen the demons feeding on my family
Doubling up on faces, thinking patience no anxiety
Eating beats I'm fat as fuck and I don't plan on dieting
Mama I'm a goner worried about you retiring
Promise papa porches, imported horses, and gorgeous horticulture
Parties by the pool, I'm drinking so I'm social
Woman super bad like fogul, drown my spirit in the vocals
When I make it, swear to God I'll tale it, take it fucking global while you local
We lit in soho, she lit off coco
We go go, gadget I had it tatted back in sodo
Talking way before shoes, even before hoes, when we had no clothes
When we thought corn rows were so dope
When we really weren't worried 'bout being broke
Just freeing smoke, releasing the dope, unleashing knife to the throat
Believing in hope, put it on God but I hope he know
All the adderal addies that I've been adding don't make me at ease so I'm popping a xanny at grannies
Ay
Fuck it I'm laughing, pick apart a pattern, trippin' in the attic
All day, okay
Feelin' like an addict, been problematic, un-pragmatic
All day, okay
Sitting getting tatted, synonyms added
Yellin' like I'm DJ fucking Khaled
On my 40th 40 (oz) spittin' like I'm Flacko feeling pretty jodye
Homie you don't know me, so you could just blow me slowly
You a phony, Joseph Kony, earn my stripes like I be tony
You pour the ice in the codeine, I'm in the lights on the home screen
Seattle put 1 up for the ones who couldn't be with us
Got me up so high
Putting my name in the flashing lights
Got me up so high
Never coming down never said good bye
Got me up so high
Tryna get a piece of that apple pie
Got me up so high
Writing down this poetry until the day I die
Doubling up on faces, thinking patience no anxiety
Eating beats I'm fat as fuck and I don't plan on dieting
Mama I'm a goner worried about you retiring
Promise papa porches, imported horses, and gorgeous horticulture
Parties by the pool, I'm drinking so I'm social
Woman super bad like fogul, drown my spirit in the vocals
When I make it, swear to God I'll tale it, take it fucking global while you local
We lit in soho, she lit off coco
We go go, gadget I had it tatted back in sodo
Talking way before shoes, even before hoes, when we had no clothes
When we thought corn rows were so dope
When we really weren't worried 'bout being broke
Just freeing smoke, releasing the dope, unleashing knife to the throat
Believing in hope, put it on God but I hope he know
All the adderal addies that I've been adding don't make me at ease so I'm popping a xanny at grannies
Ay
Fuck it I'm laughing, pick apart a pattern, trippin' in the attic
All day, okay
Feelin' like an addict, been problematic, un-pragmatic
All day, okay
Sitting getting tatted, synonyms added
Yellin' like I'm DJ fucking Khaled
On my 40th 40 (oz) spittin' like I'm Flacko feeling pretty jodye
Homie you don't know me, so you could just blow me slowly
You a phony, Joseph Kony, earn my stripes like I be tony
You pour the ice in the codeine, I'm in the lights on the home screen
Seattle put 1 up for the ones who couldn't be with us
Got me up so high
Putting my name in the flashing lights
Got me up so high
Never coming down never said good bye
Got me up so high
Tryna get a piece of that apple pie
Got me up so high
Writing down this poetry until the day I die
