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Lyrics:
Meditating on the sun
Packing heat so when they run
I can zip this sweater off
And hopefully I'll have some guns
Flexing but I'm not that hot
Fine 'cause I know how to rock
Flooding tok and city blocks
Play that shit back from the top
(Dj turntable backspin)
Meditating on the sun
Packing heat so when they run
I can zip this sweater off
And hopefully I'll have some guns
Flexing but I'm not that hot
Fine 'cause I know how to rock
Flooding tok and city blocks
Know that time will never stop
Never pause and hit rewind
Think about it all the time
Maybe if I changed a bit
The biggest throne is where I'd sit
However, if I changed at all
Could have have totally dropped the ball
All the things that I could be
I'm just grateful that I'm me
Hanging in the balance, searching for my equilibrium
Here in my precideom, searching for a million
Cash but that sounds silly, um,
But I want it really dumb
Messing up the buildings gon'
Show em that I'm really somethin'
Boutta be a heavyweight,
My music weigh a metric ton
Lit a tree to elevate,
Feeling like the chosen one
Pour a glass and celebrate
But only when the chores are done
Drifting on a melody,
celebrating my chores for fun
Eat my nails without the milk
Wrap my body up in silk
Cocoon worms up while their still
Bottom feeders here for meals
Gotta serve up when it's hot
Find some purpose in the drop
Feel the music soak your bones
Skills ain't mastered, bro, they're honed
Keep you sharp like samurai
Blades, rip through some hater hide
On a ride, like, til we die
Feel the fire in your eyes
Mix my music with my soul
So turn it up and lose control
Yeah your heart is here to hold
Through the stories that I've told
Hanging in the balance, searching for my equilibrium
Here in my precideom, searching for a million
Cash but that sounds silly, um,
But I want it really dumb
Messing up the buildings gon'
Show em that I'm really somethin'
Boutta be a heavyweight,
My music weigh a metric ton
