
Peace Offering MIKE (Ft. Fleece Flies)
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[Part One]
[Intro: MIKE]
Yeah, ay, woah
[Verse 1: MIKE]
I was stuck taking time for granted
But love it, your love shine over this planet
A nugget broke down over this cancer
We puffing, J Brown told us to stand up
For nothing, days now shook with my hands up
Assumption, I fade out
Dark as some plans I had in one ear
But bae got my back, I understand my budget
My face in display of it all, your way is crazy
You made me stay home with my thoughts
Since baby, they be piling stones in my heart
You daisy, climbing out of stones in your yard
Lazy, hopping God to go for the stars
Some guy who told me you soft
My eyes is lonely in terms of the shit that it cost
My prize is only a bit of a wall
To sit with you and listen to Moore
I'm for my blood 'til it drip from my pores
In the slums with my vision restored
You travel doing dishes and tours
You know kids who persistent and poor
Kids who persistent and poor
While we walking on indigenous floors
Thanks to the sky for those who did it before
[Intro: MIKE]
Yeah, ay, woah
[Verse 1: MIKE]
I was stuck taking time for granted
But love it, your love shine over this planet
A nugget broke down over this cancer
We puffing, J Brown told us to stand up
For nothing, days now shook with my hands up
Assumption, I fade out
Dark as some plans I had in one ear
But bae got my back, I understand my budget
My face in display of it all, your way is crazy
You made me stay home with my thoughts
Since baby, they be piling stones in my heart
You daisy, climbing out of stones in your yard
Lazy, hopping God to go for the stars
Some guy who told me you soft
My eyes is lonely in terms of the shit that it cost
My prize is only a bit of a wall
To sit with you and listen to Moore
I'm for my blood 'til it drip from my pores
In the slums with my vision restored
You travel doing dishes and tours
You know kids who persistent and poor
Kids who persistent and poor
While we walking on indigenous floors
Thanks to the sky for those who did it before
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