GEORGIA // STIGMATA ​yayu

[Intro: Otis Redding]
I've known nothing but good old joy
Since I met you, darl-

[Verse 1: yayu]
I don't shop in my hood, it's a desert
See my life has been pain for so long
I ain't notice im constantly looking for pleasure
Almost lost someone good over pressure
Gotta lie to my girl just to keep her
Gotta savour these heavenly views
I still wonder, how would they look in the aether?
Thinking death is an excellent teacher
My second attempt tryna reach her
Sometimes I'm wasting my breath on a feature
Control bout as well as a preacher
Gun on the table to settle a deal
Cut the leather like greasers
Gang wars
Magnetic the field, recession to freezers
Excellent meal in my speakers
Veggies at home, that depression get deeper
Fetchin the veal
Christ or Cruella, it's never bout followers for me
When talkin bout love, we acknowledge the homies
And hope that a new one is not an informant
That buzz in the back, we gon try and ignore it
Mic in his chest, acting like he important
We strip him and spray him he not turning orange
Hop in machines and we actually floor it
My actions are fluid, my talent is dormant
He look like a pack of contortionists
All work no play: perfect proportion
Still be the first to the coroner
Ear turn forward like Horton
Sample huntin, I was born as a forager
Metal disruptive, reminder
To speak when I'm spoken to, poor little warrior