Blew Style I Write

Lyrics

Yeah, Backdraft, we back at it again man, back at it again Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Verse 1: Yeah, paint the Sky Blew Look, you know the infinite gon' need a minute to reinvent it That brain food, some are seasoning it They fallin' for the steez and these chicks' tease They miss [?] 'cause stars usually don't move at the speed But I'm a different type of constellation Teach your mom some patience Then remind the nation of the style Engraved like a tombstone in danger Dreaming since a kid crushing on the Pink Ranger (uh oh) What? See me swimming up heaven's creek I let em sleep, watch and wake up with a better me Perspective, finish the objective If I wasn't rappin' then I would be a detective I'm very serious I got my trench coat drenched in soap Conversations engaging, I'm just tryna elope Lines phat though my height is quite stiff My mind gains weight with the pen I write with Get it? Hook: I mean who else would it be? I got the recipe so the plans for tonight is to get em hype With the Blew style that I write Blew style that I write With that Blew style that I write They like that Blew style that I write Blew style alright With that Blew style that I write They like that Blew style that I write, right? Verse 2: Feeling good but I never said I'm comfortable The same kid that they labeled dysfunctional Is grown and punctual Please excuse the grammar This Tar Heel State is great but not forsaken Alabama in him It's in my genes denim These snakes can be venomous Who can you really trust? Another one bites the dust, I gotta burn out Shows started spinnin', now we gettin' turnouts Girl sweat your perm out, celebrate the weekend Truth don't hide, y'all just never seekin' I should be a deacon, I'm takin' them to church The spirit of my grandmother risen from the dirt Gotta put in work on this path to be great 'cause I know some dream killers who would laugh in my face but I got a fresh pair of shades, new blinds Blew running this but don't sweat it, the pleasure's all mine Yeah yeah, the pleasure's all mine The pleasure's all mine Hook: I mean who else would it be? I got the recipe so the plans for tonight is to get em hype With the Blew style that I write Blew style that I write With that Blew style that I write They like that Blew style that I write Blew style alright With that Blew style that I write They like that Blew style that I write, right? Verse 3: Too much flavor Lifesaver for your eardrum Fresh as the air I breathe [?] the purest lungs People said a lot of things now they take it back I been to the stars, almost didn't make it back (for real) The world grabbed at my heart and started breaking that Left me with a bare feeling like a naked back But now I'm on, my songs run up your power bill They electrified, that's how I feel When I'm rocking on the stage, got they hands in the air [?] told me break a leg, almost fell out of my chair 'cause the table started turning in this den full of thieves I'm [?] than a [?] making time to appease Stopped blowing trees back when I was 16 'cause I'm high off life, now I write Sistine In Chapel Hill, I'm living off the thrill of a moment I'm the missing component You should have known it What? Hook: I mean who else would it be? I got the recipe so the plans for tonight is to get em hype With the Blew style that I write Blew style that I write With that Blew style that I write They like that Blew style that I write Blew style alright With that Blew style that I write They like that Blew style that I write, right? I mean who else would it be? Huh? Huh? Alright? Right?