[Intro: Vicki Vox]
Oh, yeah, oh
[Verse 1: Tilden Parc & Vicki Vox]
Out of touch with my feelings, stressin' appearances
Feelin' more solid 'bout who the man in the mirror is
I reach for hearts through the speaker box to connect with strangers
Paintin' the page with the language, but off the mic', I barely speak at all
I seldom see a flaw, bitch, I need it all
Shook by the way life is lately, I feel the earth pirouette (Oh, yeah)
I'm dazed like I'm seein' stars (Oh)
Got 'em all on a wave, it's more than just words to a page
It feel like I'm hostin' (Oh) a read-along, and I speak in tongues (Oh)
No translation, I'm out the bottle
I'm griеvin', leavin' (Oh) the beat, need a CPR
Disconnеcted, (Oh) I feel the pressure, I need acceptance
I'm from the crevice, where all my homies on somethin' special
They subtle flexin', but still, they hella selfish
Chasin' a bag, but it's good
They don't need the frank less to keep it a hundred
I'm seein' shit down the barrel (Oh), I named that gun right America
Arm with the ink that I'm flarin' up in my element
We losin' brothers to bullshit, we need protection, 'cause real niggas is rare enough
I rewrite the narrative, I conquer that feat alone
Got the needle jumpin' like bungee (Oh), I'm in the field like I'm huntin'
The work is Dope off the burner, I'm calculated, I'm talkin' numbers
Pray for longevity, sent to somebody's deity
Wrote that down, that's my therapy
Yeah, I'm deep in tune with my energy
Oh, yeah, oh
[Verse 1: Tilden Parc & Vicki Vox]
Out of touch with my feelings, stressin' appearances
Feelin' more solid 'bout who the man in the mirror is
I reach for hearts through the speaker box to connect with strangers
Paintin' the page with the language, but off the mic', I barely speak at all
I seldom see a flaw, bitch, I need it all
Shook by the way life is lately, I feel the earth pirouette (Oh, yeah)
I'm dazed like I'm seein' stars (Oh)
Got 'em all on a wave, it's more than just words to a page
It feel like I'm hostin' (Oh) a read-along, and I speak in tongues (Oh)
No translation, I'm out the bottle
I'm griеvin', leavin' (Oh) the beat, need a CPR
Disconnеcted, (Oh) I feel the pressure, I need acceptance
I'm from the crevice, where all my homies on somethin' special
They subtle flexin', but still, they hella selfish
Chasin' a bag, but it's good
They don't need the frank less to keep it a hundred
I'm seein' shit down the barrel (Oh), I named that gun right America
Arm with the ink that I'm flarin' up in my element
We losin' brothers to bullshit, we need protection, 'cause real niggas is rare enough
I rewrite the narrative, I conquer that feat alone
Got the needle jumpin' like bungee (Oh), I'm in the field like I'm huntin'
The work is Dope off the burner, I'm calculated, I'm talkin' numbers
Pray for longevity, sent to somebody's deity
Wrote that down, that's my therapy
Yeah, I'm deep in tune with my energy
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