Makeshift Flow

Lyrics
Verse 1: I'm the Underdog like David but I keep a shield While these pennies for your thoughts, all around cop a feel Of the real, I ain't with the magic She want me to inspector, they only lookin' for gadgets Feeling like the silent hero, a Blew sword Leo Fighting powers that be Ruffling they feathers Rio Lookin' for me though, but I ain't gotta stress Blew cheesing at the crib, want a ranch at my address While I ingest the fruits of my labor, call me your neighbor Pain the Sky on a daily, doing you a favor What's your wager though? 'cause people dying over bread The streets sour when it's about the dough Fam like, 'you about to blow yo, they feeling you' Soon as you give 'em food for thought, they start grilling you But I'm chilling dude, plotting on the come-up Battle me, you need extra men, better 1-up What? Chorus: Window seat with a cosplay chick Living life on the stage, I'm a Broadway flick and 8 bit, I'ma start makeshift Where I end no one knows but my art they get and I'ma give 'em what they askin' fo' Though the world is irrational We gon' still live it up, what? Live it up, what? Live it up, what? 'til it all falls down Verse 2: Word is around town I'm the abstract Colorful Dreamer, redeemer of flashbacks Ferrari or hatchback, still gotta drive, can't match that Ambition, they try they best to snatch that 'cause they only wanna prey on your demise And try to add vice like a word to the wise Even birds in the sky ah feeling the flow I can take you to the stars if you willing to go Not from outta this world, but my kicks are See G, I ain't animated but my pics are I got a big jar that I keep my sweets in Helps me overthink, current thoughts in the deep end Living life like the weekend in the present The flow past nice on mics I'm pleasant Arrested development got me looking for Tennessee Home is worth the journey, I'll get there eventually Chorus: Window seat with a cosplay chick Living life on the stage, I'm a Broadway flick and 8 bit, I'ma start makeshift Where I end no one knows but my art they get and I'ma give 'em what they askin' fo' Though the world is irrational We gon' still live it up, what? Live it up, what? Live it up, what? 'til it all falls down
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Credits
- Writers
- Mario Farrow