F.Y.I. Alex Wiley (Ft. Mick Jenkins)

[Verse 1: Alex Wiley]
I'm a ghost, I'm a spirit
Motherfucking appearence
I'm just using these words
To describe the colors I'm hearing
And all the sounds that I'm seeing
I need a pound of the tree
And I get so lifted, the clouds looking pretty grounded to me
And I treat this shit like a gift
I randomly found in the street
Took that same gift and re-gift it
Pass it around, I don't need it
Scribble it down and repeat it
Dribble around the arena
80 points, 30 assists
Cause bitch, I lift the whole team up
You better act like you need us
So yes, I'm raising my feet up
I ain't got shit for you to sleep on
Dog, I ain't no IKEA
I live inside an idea
I'm on that plane with Aaliyah
I held the shotgun for Kurt
I built the bomb for Korea
I am the human duality
Peep the good and the bad in me
I don't get why they mad at me
But I think that it's flattering
None of this shit is mattering
And my brains what I'm splattering
Cross the page, just to refrain
From all the pain that I'm battling