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Destiny is always driven by your distinctives
The things about you that make you different
Are the things that will drive you into your destiny
Often the things that embarrass you about yourself
Are the very things that God has impowered you with to make a difference in your world
We spend our time running from the things that God wants to use to lead us
And you see it in Moses life, God was preparing him to be a deliverer
But in order to prepare him to be a deliverer he had to give him a distinctive
And sometimes God has to pull you away from
From comfortable circumstances in order to propel you into your calling
Separation is preparation
The holy ghost
In Jesus name
I pray on peace for all the things I feel I can't escape
Don't look no further
Cause I'm a sinner
And they gon' have mop the blood up when I'm finished
Suns getting real low
Stark contrast to the morning
Heart of gold is where I hold the iron
Pleasure cruise is where I hold the orgies
Couple demons came to try and test me
I let off some shots without a warning
Now I'm drunk at nights at karaoke
What a life to live in all its glory
Uh! What a bar, come tomorrow
All unresolved blunders sprawl
Tumbling on like a thunderstorm in a jungle
Es ist wundervoll!
Cause what are we without the mercy?
What could you say to hurt me?
Been on a quest for the truth
And I don't know I'm still searching
But me and Memo back to put on wax the ghetto crack, the troubles back
And it won't be gentle but more metal
Got some scores to settle so you can bet on that
So many plaques you gon' ask where the dental floss, get the epsom salt
Someone try to relax me
But there's no hope of me calm
Clean up the streets
Mop up the blood
Mop up the blood
Mop up the blood
Clean up the streets
Mop up the blood
They won't recognize it by the time I'm done
Yeah, KG Radio 10645
You are now tuned into the sounds of DJ DND and the glorious emcee
Quinsum Gimme Sum, aye
I got some bad intentions and I'm waiting them off
Looking out for the right one
All that talking you do is useless
Step to it
Uh-oh, there's a murder in the street and a form of threat
A scripture and a scientific method
Profit of the narc block, Bronx bomb, Jon Mox gripping up the prosthetic arm bar
What you want?
Hands out
They tapping in now, where my where abouts?
They tuned in, let me clear it out
Wait hold up, should I air it out?
Can you hear me now?
Look how they do me
All the years I was taught it's illusion
Don't confuse me
With the other lame ones in the room
I just choose do something with my life that'll move me
It's human nature, you take the pay cut
I take the pay stub from thoughts I can't take a break from
I skipped school and still made the classics
Bred from disaster, long way from average
Clean up the streets
Mop up the blood
Mop up the blood
Mop up the blood
Clean up the streets
Mop up the blood
They won't recognize it by the, by the, by the
Clean up the streets
Mop up the blood
They won't recognize it by the time I'm done
If they don't give us a Grammy for this album they're stupid
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Quinsum gimme sum!
Never resign to tears what could be assigned to malice
Spent my whole life chasing them rabbits
Down on the path of Alice
Wondering, humming hymns, blend in with the outsiders
Making deposits from checks they said my ass couldn't cash
Fast living, got mileage on my heartbreaks
No stylists, no Baraties, no Mardi Gras
Just an art form that turns what's awful and what's raw into Saudi oil
My rich spirit born of merit from the most divine
I'm seeking solace in some knowledge you won't find up in the open market
I'm on clock till my eyes turn Brock
On mics philosophizing bout my bias towards life
Or how to diet from the night shift
And let some light in
My OG had came to check me in the Tesla
And put me on game, you know how far we done came?
Out from the gates, he bought a duplex far out the X
Up in New Rochelle
Not far away from where we laid a suplex, up on some tapes
It was Zay and I laying bloody murder
Our work was buried deep up in the dirt
As it resurfaced to find a purpose up in my verses
Stay on alert it's very pertinent, as I unearth this
Generational curses that lessen my worth
I don't take time to acknowledge the hurt or what I deserve
But as I reminisce deep on what my OG once told me
Never resign to tears when you made it out your fears
I noticed they motives ain't what they seem to be
Why they wanna keep me silent when I'm just tryna be somebody
God I'm tryna be somebody
I'ma pay the price and I ain't sorry bout it
I might catch that lick, grip up that brick
Get you snatched up right quick
For the price to be somebody
God I'm tryna be somebody
I'ma pay the price and I ain't sorry bout it
Sing me a song
Of a life of love so deep, so genuine
That's just for me, me
Sing me a song
I'm sorry that I can no longer pretend to be
What you need
It lingers on my mind now
This I cannot hide now
I've been on a high now
(This my story!)
Living in my better in my truth so
My life in the booth flows
Something like a river
(God through me!)
I've been steady on my grind now
I can testify now
The world it is mine now
(Why you salty!?)
Loving everything that I am
Never, I ain't like them
Tryna pacify me
(They can't hold me!)
It's all by design, I figure I find a cloud with a silver lining
Tryna to defy my divineness, your highness
I levitate over temptation, they wanna awaken my lower vibrations
But I peep the work of Satan, I beat break 'em without the use of this heat
Bullets delete they whole existence, they speak death
I retrace my steps, watching fiends fight over this just for wreck
Hip-Hop be the recipe it be like lord!
(Tokunbo) I noticed they motives ain't what they seem to be
Why they wanna keep me silent when I'm just tryna be somebody
God I'm tryna be somebody (I'm trying)
I'ma pay the price and I ain't sorry bout it
I might catch that lick, grip up that brick (Uh-huh)
Get you snatched up right quick (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
For the price to be somebody (For the price to be somebody)
God I'm tryna be somebody (Trying)
I'ma pay the price and I ain't sorry bout it
I've been thinking a lot lately
About how our experiences affect our identity
I've been thinking about the entanglement that happens
When you can no longer know the difference between who you are and what you've been thru
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THIS IS NOT THE RECORD
02:10
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Yeah, yeah
Hmmm
Ooo, Oooo, Ooooo
Men used to go to war
(We used to do some really stupid shit man)
Now we busy making your coffee
Vulnerable and all
(It's a part of the process though)
(Fuck the process)
We no longer bottle our problems
My friends like what you do to me
And that's good news, it takes two, yeah
Why you tryna make this thing complicated?
It's not (it's not) at all (at all)
So I had to write you this song
It's just an interlude
My camera's on like fourteen percent
I'm documenting the process (Yo Quin)
We living large with the spontaneity (Yo I'm not working late today)
You know what I'm saying? (Fam)
It's time to reminisce and dig back (Listen, go to the crib)
One time! (Zays in the crib, get there when I get there)
(Put something on the stove, cook up the studio, lets go!)
My nigga Randy once told me
How you loyal to a bitch you ain't even with?
I fell in love, I'm emotional (fuck that bitch!)
Eh, well supposedly
Nothing more noble than those days
Arizona Iced Tea baby, had the low fade
Zay had the Four Lokos and the cigarette smoke
Traded in waves for the curls, on my bullshit (nah, nah)
Now I'm sipping on my Sauvignon Blanc
Benoit, Benja
Concussed, I'm head job, meanwhile
X was taking on No Days Off
I was sanctified, by what cost?
We were breaking up, okay cool
But I can't call it and I can't afford it
Was finna get gone by the dawn light come
Now it's uptown niggas getting money what you heard, yeah
Fuck what you heard
Got guap to fund the vacation
I'm on the plane out to PR
The ER gon' know exactly who we are now
The way we leave the sheets a mess
Young Aaliyah, I see ya at your best
Let's link up, I see ya at the Mecca (yeah)
That pot ain't the only thing I stir
The cellular ain't the only thing that go chrip
(Why you tryna make this thing complicated? it's not)
Nothing bout this here feel like work (It's not, at all)
I could care less who loved you first (At all)
(So I had to write you this song)
You're the one for me babe
Hi baby
Que haces?
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So many times I done fucked up a good thing
Tryna be anybody but me
People pleasing, been charged in the first degree
And since a yungin' I was running with wolves
And even though you might agree
I only like it when it's coming from me
Cause what you know about nights I pulled knifes out?
My eyes blacked shut, testing my luck
The times Derek showed up
To comfort what them others did
Is what my brother did
Not blood related
But heavily gated by the fates
That man seen my face in many trials
Someone that I don't second guess to dial when the life gets foul
I'm sounding off in the name lord for what I endured
Anytime I gave up, got up and gave it more
So doll I know you charmed
Them weapons that you kept to your heart that I disarmed
Oh, to be deeply involved
Must first come a storm of reservations
How could I assure I'm bout you?
It's just human is all we are
I don't practice in the same woe
Or sing sorrows, but praise hope
And set up foundations when I need to cope
So please don't leave me alone I need you more than you know
I'm trying to own up and trying to be a grown up
So holla at me girl I really wanna know ya
When we on the phone you say how come we never on the phone?
(Hello?)
But we off that, we active
It's time to get in touch with the magic
The magic baby
Hope you can tell
I'm falling oh so deeply
And I don't need a reason, might as well
(Have you ever been this high!?)
Go there (Have you ever been this high!? c'mon!)
It all feels so easy
I'm drowning oh so quickly in your spell (It's the magic baby!)
Sometimes we forget to breathe
Sometimes we forget that peace is all we really need
The hustles got us in a hold
And won't let us free
Cause we feel the pressure of what people expect us to be, yeah
I''ve been taking time to find my own way (to find my own way, yeah!)
I've been taking time to live life at my own pace cause I'm (I-I-I)
Constantly trying to learn from my mistakes (from my mistakes)
I don't want to be the fool I was (was, was)
Yesterday (yeah) yesterday (yeah)
I never made time for me
The work came first constantly
The distance was never malicious
And I hope you didn't take that personally
I'm sorry I don't pick up my phone
I just vibing by myself in my zone
Me, the guitar, the pen
Writing heartfelt classics for you
It's the magic, the magic baby!
Hope you can tell
I'm falling oh so deeply
And I don't need a reason, might as well
(Have you ever been this high!?)
Go there (Have you ever been this high!? c'mon!)
It all feels so easy
I'm drowning oh so quickly in your spell (It's the magic baby!)
I'm trying to separate myself from all the rah-rah
I want the fame like Frank less Gaga
Got in my bag a few months dropped auga
Then hit the hyperbolic till I reach the next saga
Dreams of Osaka I've been aching for that type of peace
Been telling bout my life, they ain't believe in me
My high school graduation rate was forty-three
Some flipped the tassel, some arrested, others rest in peace
Got destinations like nieces that I ain't tryna visit
Till I find the right shorty who can be complicit
Listen, I mean I'm only being honest
The way that I be rapping’s like somebody said Dracarys
Bullish like a Taurus tryna get my respect
I bring the game to a stop like Wall Street Bets
Bet, am I not going hard enough yet?
Am I the only one who’s out here tryna connect? Connect
I’m verified check the process, uh
You verified like StockX
Man, they ain't fucking with my concepts
Aye, aye, aye, aye!
Don't holla at me I ain't trying to get to know ya
When I’m all alone then I be really in my fuckin zone
But we off that, we active
The way I do this shit is like magic, the magic baby!
Hope you can tell
I'm falling oh so deeply
And I don't need a reason, might as well
(Have you ever been this high!?)
Go there (Have you ever been this high!? c'mon!)
It all feels so easy
I'm drowning oh so quickly in your spell (It's the magic baby!)
Oooo
Ooo-oo
Ooooo (It's time to get in touch with the magic, the magic baby!)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Baby
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You know how you can support July Quin?
By asking July Quin
Another popular spiritual term is sanctified
It means set apart
For a purpose
Operator, operator, operator
Opps caught fluttered by my shea butter baby
I've been cut wide open but I buck off the shots
With any luck I could cheat the allegations
But the cost of inflation got my price high
If I could hustle I could over night the lifestyle
The intelligence I need is emotional at the least
So be careful how you speak and use your eyesight
Die for the right, you'll be charmed for sure
Let go the things that I could harm your heart
I thought I figured it all out, my scars came digging my pours out
It almost went and put a pause on a good thing
The pulse can't live off a deadbeat
When ghost haunt, living in memories, can't envy
What it once was
Off a drunk buzz
If that's your ex, don't be a numbskull
I've done to many snuff films
Lucky enough I made out from the crash site
Buckled me up
Ooh you on a roll now, butter me up
Every time I reached for it then it's suddenly gone
The transport took me somewhere insecure
Where my mind still longs for what's mine and sure
And was left destitute by the edge of glory
My fear is I'm too much of a chore
Poor me
Abandoned and abandoned again
Flight or fail, sink or I swim
Do it again, the last woman I loved and truly let it in
Died on my sword, was she happy being just friends?
With any benefits that come
But I need more, I wanna feel what's the reward for giving your all
And in result she resolve any matters of sores in any sort
Reassure you of all that you are
Been strung along too many times
To the point that I question the odds
It shows it's face in the petty of times
And brings rain to the prettiest flowers
I hope somehow
You can
Sanctify me
With your love
Sanctify me
With your love
We're only people
Operator, operator, operator, optimism
Some days my thoughts haze and I'm dizzy
This ain't no front page
No pop, no burn sage
This Sinatra, might graze ya
This is fantasia
This is my savior
This is my angel of chaos
Plain as day
My passion, my pain, and my demon slaying
A kid trying to do some good
Get on my level
Well allegedly I was enemy of the state
Thru melodies I put felonies on my plate
Assembly got me mobile
Is it a joke now
I signal for hope
Like where's Wayne?
Big stepper in the city of dreams
I walk light
See my future at the end of the tunnel
Now that’s bright
People come and go, I go with the flow
Now that’s Life
I’m just searching for balance
Sip the chalice and then I’m good
Try to throw me off for the cost
I wish you would
Seen a lot of lost souls
They ain’t living how they should
Been a long time coming
They didn’t believe we could
Mix the hope and the faith
Love and the grace
Knock on wood
It’s sanctified by The Most High (Yeah)
Swallow your pride and you might fly (Yeah)
Can I kick it the tribe been on pivot (Ugh)
It’s been a minute but God’s son forgiven
I ain’t politicking
I just know there’s purpose in the mission
More to life than how you live it
You just gotta go and get it
Split decisions always made me indifferent to my position
Put my life in compositions
So, I hope the people listen
There’s a bigger difference in The Bigger Picture
I learned write a poem before I ever read a scripture
My life a biopic
Every moment nonfiction
In living color closed caption
My pain in the diction
Truly divine in the words of the most sanctified
Tuck my pride to the side
In hopes to provide a little peace of mind
Ooo
You're the good word in my mornings
Cleansed and purified by your love
So come sanctify me, sanctify me, sanctify me, sanctify me
Sanctify me, sanctify me
Sanctify my love
Garden of Eden
Sin in Ciroc apple flavor (I'll be right here)
Snakes smell with their tongues (Nothing to fear when you're lonely)
Sanctify me
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CULEBRA
03:18
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I thought only you
Would guide me back to love
I'll be home soon
And when I get there I'ma try to mend what's broken
And find out what I need to do
I heard you got a new
Good for you
Why you trying to get over
Trying to pull one on me
I can't help but be open
Despite you shutting down on me
Trying to keep my composure
When you run cold on me, but I
Oh I just might
I might
I might
Oh I might
On sight, on sight, yeah
Now you trying to get over
Trying to pull one on me
Now you trying to be open
Despite you shutting down on me
Grave digger, getting to the roots, yeah
Dirt dug, get it by the muse, yeah
Black thoughts vomit and exude, yeah
Making mills out of meals missed
Trauma bonds, why you can't bail?
You gotta see it thru you can't sail
I thought I knew you well
But you could sell hallow to shell
You could sell closure to a seal
Oh you can bring health to ill, huh?
All without a deal, right?
That's the way it goes when your A&R'ed by the morning star
The Devil on ya back, gotta break
Wait
Soul running tracks
Rubber, popping flats
So, If you crash and don't make it safe
Won't play a 808
Or send a mayday, SOS
Cause someone sent a reaper to collect all your debts
Your shell is translucent
The fear in your pores
The smells putrid
It looms
Peace to MF Doom
Stoop kids gon' come outside
And catch a lyrical drive by
For playing eye spy with a blind eye
You unconcerned and I'm undeterred
Despite what they might of heard
My might is word
When will you learn?
Separation is murder
No need to encourage it
Go ahead it's your turn
What's the word?
For your tongue is a razor blade that paved the way
Your bubbling assumptions are always popping something
You troubling
I thought only you
Would guide me back to love
I'll be home soon
And when I get there I'ma try to mend what's broken
(I gotta fix this thing between me and myself)
And find out what I need to do
I heard you got a new
Good for you
Why you trying to get over
Trying to pull one on me
I can't help but be open
Despite you shutting down on me
Trying to keep my composure
When you run cold on me, but I
Oh I just might
I might
I might
Oh I might
On sight, on sight, yeah
Now you trying to get over
Trying to pull one on me
Now you trying to be open
Despite you shutting down on me
Now you trying to get over
But you shutting down on me
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7. |
BUDDHAKAN
01:53
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My dearest love, since you left me a wreck
The murder rate done rose
You gotta cut me some slack
For bringing death to the door steps of every ex
For treasure they left over
The pleasure, the bloom and the wide ocean
Ruby red on my neck, left 'em on read
Cause we WWF up in yo' bed
Listening to Tems, the Blonds, Anees and the Shai's
With eyes wide
Comme des garçons, all glory to God
I've been stuck on offense
Barrages to battle these mirages and all these imposters
The syndrome is always in potential
But nothing beneficial for my mental
So I drop 'em like four door garages
Celebrating twenty-nine out at Buddhakan
And you would think my newest thing gives eulogies
They way she drop dead gorgeous
This one is sponsored by the morgue for a fact
Your boy Quin is back!
With the narc flow
Sipping Moscato at Porto Salvo
Boisterous after oysters fill my grotto
Them Hailey babies like shady baby
It's going swimmingly no need for Marshals
I unload the cargo straight off the dock load
Your mockery's slim chance to bother me
Your arteries thick, my broccoli Timbs are all on yo' limbs
I got my foot on your necks
The black suede got me pulling your chick
The ambiguity is fooling yo' man's
Watch how it gets wet once I sweat the technique
Missionary while the diamonds hitting my chest
You catching epilepsy
And cigarette smoke, loyal, devote
From what I tote
It's hard to keep it composed once I show you the scope
The Bronx leviathan
Plague of psoriasis
This guy (uh!) I can't pretend that I'm not
The one to spin the block looking for drama to pop
Sweeny Todd with the deep cuts for anybody who wants
(Holla!)
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Nine forty five and
Something bout you's making me impatient
I want a taste of
What you got hiding
Night turns dawn, we breaking in your bedroom
Let's wake the neighbors
I hope they all come to know
Something sweet as you in this life honey
Ooh honey
I can barely keep the stroke
When I'm locked in deep inside honey
You fuck me right honey
I licked it so it's mine I don't play that
On these bitches minds where I stay at
You're the one I grip this wine on
I wanna spend my life (giving it up)
So run and tell niggas that
I'm the one that's here (ringing you up)
I hit up the teller and she winked at me
We outta control
Outta control
Just hit me on the celly!
Never out on my own, just made a withdrawal
The teller winked at me she outta control
Outta control
Just hit me on the celly!
Never out on my own, just made a withdrawal
The teller winked at me she outta control
Outta control
Just hit me on the celly!
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9. |
LA MADRUGADA
02:37
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Ugh
Submitted for the approval of the midnight society
Cause the freaks are out
(Pardon my lateness)
The ghouls on the loose, yeah
In La Madrugada
In La Madrugada
In La Madruga-uh
In La Madruga-uh
In La Madrugada
Alright, yeah
Girl I'm on the way
What can I do to know you better?
What can I do to make you stay?
Nah-nah now
You my sweet supreme per diem
Ice cream and chocolate cake
My wide awake in the night
Eyes dilated at the sight of your radiant beam
Lady in white
I see ya, I read ya
The rest plagiarist and I'm dangerous
And I'm anxious, I'm eager
Come taste the stroke as I grab the nape of your neck
So deep in thought I might leak the next one from these collections
Top tier premium, yeah man
The next selection is curated by chest protectors
Back shots ringing off
Blap blap!
I'm so juvenile you better back that ass up
Break in the mattress
I eat it cause it's 5 star
And well, for my enjoyment
I tongue kiss the clit
The pussy got a je ne sais quoi
You gotta pardon my French
But I idolize at the shrine and alter
Your body holy
I'ma get to know it
Every verse and chapter
The Madonna factor
The mirror, her and I
Do a little reenactment of Woodstock 99
The way we light a fire
Burner, burner, that's the cell-a-phone
Brrr, brr, my baby girl hit me up and
She said it's been a long week
Where we finna meet and what we gonna eat?
Are you gonna get deep in the waters of my palm beach
Please, you know I'm on the next ride out
I got it bad baby
Man, I confess right now
Usher Ray, I got it bad baby
Quinsum, gimme sum (So sexy)
Ooo I'm on the way, I'm bout a way out
Bet they feel a way, they feel a way now
Ooo I'm on the way, I'm on the way
Mhmm, mhmm
(In La Madrugada) We right on time
(In La Madrugada) What can I do to know you better?
(In La Madruga-uh, in La Madruga-uh)
What can I do to make you mine? (In La Madrugada)
(Just can't tell at all)
I can't tell where they made you from
(Just can't tell at all)
You are the only one
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10. |
WE GIVE YOU THE GRACE
04:17
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I never seen a mortal walk on water
But I seen em turn tears to a flood
All my heroes born from a slaughter
Pick me up
Yeah, yeah
Pick me up, yeah
We all marked on dead on our arrival
Living on with a foolish heart
For you I wage war with the bible
Pick me up
Yeah, yeah
Pick me up, yeah
I don't share your insecurities bout life
So, you're scared?
What of it?
What of it?
I love you as you, you're fine
So please soothe your gentle mind
In this life of love you'll find
What of it
What of
I give you
The grace
The grace
Lord
Lord
I give you permission to fail
To fail into grace
What's the best way I can simplify this story?
How to let you in
I never put my faith in anything more than imagination
And while they were grading me in classes
I was composing my art, replicating the classics
Doing math, studying what does it take to be the greatest version of me I can manage
And all adults did was hand me they backs
Running they mouth
Fucking me over, slutting me out
(No one to vouch, man they thought I headed south)
And with that type of environment, I grew timid to advice
I was sorting my vices, making sense out what I write
In this life of OutKast, I was less of big boy
And more 3 Stacks, speaker knockerz, meets tame Impala
Chevrolet, cross plastered on my grill
Christ speaking thru my lyrics
Price breading into guilt
Yeah, little did I know
But the riddles that I spilled
Turned my glitters into gold
And what's broken into whole
For years my homie Regis joked
I was off the grid
I'd ghost, i had no state ID, my social was stolen
Man, I guess I grew up as a late bloomer
He also said that the rhyme schemes that I produce
Can take time to appreciate
And I got amused
My flowers probably won't arrive any sooner than my funeral
Gotta find the humor in it
It's ironic
Cause July shy of June
Where the gardens one harvest
Do things that make your body swoon
Pure poetic
Beauty in the journey
Pretty picture of the spectrum
Cause the film take time to develop
The setup now a days is
I don't focus on no social media page
I lay low, raise aim to my goals, my shots thrown
Devote time, create and then I pray about it
After all I'm just a mortal man
And everything I ain't make me everything am
Well said by my heroes that failed
Nailed to crosses, ne'er-do-wells
Bared by hells, but still tough enough to do well
When their heart wails
So, I hold em in high regards
You have permission to fail
So, come along to somewhere I can take you where it's painless
Bitter pill to swallow, when you dealing these changes
Sacrificial when you trade your friends for entertainment
But we won't die nameless
By grace of my god
I never seen a mortal walk on water
But I seen em turn tears to a flood
All my heroes born from a slaughter
Pick me up
Yeah, yeah
Pick me up, yeah
We all marked on dead on our arrival
Living on with a foolish heart
For you I wage war with the bible
Pick me up
Yeah, yeah
Pick me up, yeah
I don't share your insecurities bout life
So, you're scared?
What of it?
What of it?
I love you as you, you're fine
So please soothe your gentle mind
In this life of love you'll find
What of it
What of
I give you
The grace
The grace
Lord
Lord
I give you permission to fail
To fail into grace
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CHAMPION
03:29
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I can't help but think that Memo gonna love this one
(My champion)
I might need him to talk some
Talk some truth on this
I'm trying not the curse, you know?
At the same time tho this feel like some
Some 2011stuff
You nah a mean? Like
(My champion)
One time for the champs, uh
The greatest, aye
Here go my semi automatic serenade
It's a shotgun wedding from what I'd wage
And a marriage in heaven
Tho maybe teenage fever
I keep the heater tucked for the engaged
Warm wishes you've been upstaged
Congratulations for what I made it out of
The mental prowess I juggled while I doubted myself
I thought I'd sour on my greatest love
But by the power and the grace of God
I'm pulling off something gorgeous in this forbidden forest
All snakes
Keep apples rotten
Blood and cotton
How much could I pour?
To soothe my troubled waters
Fore I dock my boats upon the shores
These war torn letters I penned divorced many sorts of pains
But aches stilled followed and scars remain
Everyday is a performance in the sake of that
I'm taking back the game, so
My AK go okay
Don't placate
I'm off that flow tho
So pardon darling
A firing squads
What's my garden harvest
It's the end of the reign of the starving artist
As I campaign for better weather
Champaign, prayer, etc.
(Praise you again and again)
I think I might
Give light to it tho, oh
Right before the night come and goes
I can't thank you enough so I
(Praise you again & again)
I mean wala
How high can we get from this recipe that you blessed in me?
Here go another one
Before the summer come
Before the day is out
Before it weight us down
My bank account sing like the angels now (Ooo)
I'm handful no one's yet to grab a handle on me
Grew up lonely in these four corners
Just sample sorting
Trying to recapture the feeling of my youth
Often speak about the truth
But what good is it to use
If you busy chasing ghosts, hold it
Now's the moment, breathe
Today we younger than we ever gonna be
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July Quin New York, New York
A self-taught Bronx boy who produces, mixes, masters, writes & records his own music from his home studio. The composer of these Kaleidoscope Compositions.
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