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FLEX (Featuring BuddhaFlip)

from Wide Eyed Child by July Quin

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lyrics

[Intro: BuddhaFlip]

Used to hate to talk about it
I dipped my toes in it and walked around it
Turning off the auto pilot
Man in the mirror something’s different ‘bout him
I nosedive in my fears now
I got some closets in my home
And if I’m ever gonna own it I’ma have to let these tears down
The truth ain’t always pretty pictures

[Pre-Chorus: July Quin]

My body, is calling
Out for something that’s true
I’m yearning, I want it
I hope that I find it in you
Come on what’s your hurry?
Forget about your worries fall
We all came to party
So everybody get involved

[Chorus: July Quin]

Back up in this bitch
One time let a nigga stretch
Pull up with your set
Steady mobbing fuck do you expect?
When it come to this I don’t stress
Watch a nigga flex
You know it
You know it
You ain’t got the class, you ain’t pass
Homie you ain’t this
Oh you too upset
Oh you mad, oh you big and mad
When it come to this I don’t stress
Watch a nigga flex
You know it
You know it

[Verse 1: July Quin]

I was born to be a flirt and a mack but
Only cause the city that I’m in
Is rotten to the core for the bachelors
And my daddy had a way with the drip
Otherwise I do not chat chit
I did not come to commit
Only thing in life make me anxious
Is when the reaper come to collect
So I work it like a math test
Instead of working a job
Push sixteens to a graduate
Cause I flunked high school I had dropped
And I know one day it’ll catch up
All this trauma of ours
My homie said get your heart fixed
But yo one thing at a time
Cause what if all I think about is trying to get up out the boogie down
fuck around I might not get another chance
I’m a product of the riot starters, dope boy, block party posse
It’s a manga when my art be on the fritz
It’s far from a stretch cause you aim for the sky
If you wanna be a God it’s an arm and a leg
And a leg and an arm, and a head, bet
I be screaming out Hovi home
Might know Christ when I grow my hair out for the rodeo
Like I’m Corleone, I don’t push weight but I might push tapes
If you know you know
It’s a life but I do suppose
It could leave you on overload
Have I reached my prime?
Will I live my life?
Did I spill my soul?

[Pre-Chorus: July Quin + BuddhaFlip]

My body (My body) is calling (Is calling)
Out for something that’s true
I’m yearning (I’m yearning) I want it (I want it)
I hope that I find it in you
Come on what’s your hurry?
Forget about your worries fall
We all came to party (We all came to party)
So everybody get involved

[Chorus: July Quin]

Back up in this bitch
One time let a nigga stretch
Pull up with your set
Steady mobbing fuck do you expect?
When it come to this I don’t stress
Watch a nigga flex
You know it
You know it
You ain’t got the class, you ain’t pass
Homie you ain’t this
Oh you too upset
Oh you mad, oh you big and mad
When it come to this I don’t stress
Watch a nigga flex
You know it
You know it

[Verse 2: July Quin]

Going for bliss
Thru my ballistic ambitions, won't wither with fear or regrets
Still I’m perplexed
I must profess to the plethora of nonsense that gets in my head
Killing myself
Peeling the layers that make up the greatness, I cover it well
Nobody knows, fuck it as long as I cook out the stove, touch down on road
Somewhere along, if I’m alone, I guess its law
I don’t wanna trip and someones involved
I could do all of the bad on my own
Stories I told to carry the weight
Buried my faith and then chariots came, I swear it was fate
It’s the coming of age for niggas with trauma from back in the days
You know what I’m saying?
I put in the work in when no one was paying
Make sacrifices when nobody praying
Kept it together when they tried to sway it
Then got depressed and now they wanna weigh in?
Way that I see it I’m fighting for freedom, my light and ideas, my rhyme and my reason
Nothing facetious, life is a bitch so before I die I’ma cheat it
Then I’ma re-up, ooo yeah what
Fresh as a prince I’m bound by a will like I’m Nia, ooo yeah what
They don’t want that, no they don’t wanna see me even, ooo yeah what
All of the blessings I’ve fought for in life I’m receiving
That’s just the wave, welcome to sea sick, nigga we be it, yeah

[Outro: Zay Mason]

Man, your mind state is all you got
The moment you let them take that shit from you dawg
It’s lights out
Might as well keep em on right?
You can’t let nobody alter your vision or alter your drive bro
You got the steering wheel na'mean?
It don’t make no sense
Let’s go get them dollars

credits

from Wide Eyed Child, released June 12, 2020
Written by J. Quinones (July Quin), A. Rochester (BuddhaFlip) & X. Rice (Zay Mason)
Background Vocals by BuddhaFlip
Additional Vocals by Zay Mason
Produced by July Quin
Engineered by J. Quinones
Arrangement by J. Quinones
Mixing & Mastering by J. Quinones

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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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