Curtains

Lyrics for Curtains

Six AM the sun comin' up, you know what I'm sayin'? Shit, know I'm sayin'? I can't lie to y'all niggas I got to tell y'all, you know what I'm sayin'? The real (real) Huh, yeah, uh Say this shit in my falsetto, but, I'm speakin' truth God lowkey in the bravado, my body the booth Show me the way and be clear only way to see through We hardly scratching the surface, I'm positive Don't need a dermatologist, I got this stack on me Goin', fuck is we goin'? (Yeah) Baby, blindfold, and point Reach for the stars (yeah), but don't reach for my guys I'm facin' the facts, nigga, we black, so, we blackin' out (yeah) Like curtains for certain, I check my account (yeah) Buy my grand-daddy house, and passin' it down Put that shit in rotation, catch a contact from this high (Fifty 'leven years after we done even smoked out this ride) Put that shit in rotation, catch a contact from this high (Talkin' fifty 'leven years after we done even smoked out this ride) Gang, yeah This that rigatoni past, I put everythin' in this Put canaries on my wrist So they can sing about me while the world around me drownin' I was fried like a fish Weighed it on my scale, and, well, it wasn't worth the wait Heavy on the bullshit Talkin' karate 'bout me, I just chuckle at the nunchuck You dumb fucks lucky I bought the big ol' body with the pretty wheels Riding with the ones from when it was ugly Shawty jawbone so strong I can give her now or later, she'll blow a bubble No, we do not run nor pop gums Nigga tried it and we blow his- (uh) Say this shit in my falsetto, but, I'm speakin' truth God lowkey in the bravado, my body the booth Show me the way and be clear only way to see through We hardly scratching the surface, I'm positive Don't need a dermatologist, I got this stack on me Goin', fuck is we goin'? (Yeah) Baby, blindfold, and point Reach for the stars (yeah), but don't reach for my guys I'm facin' the facts, nigga, we black, so, we blackin' out (yeah) Like curtains for certain, I check my account (yeah) Buy my grand-daddy house, and passin' it down Put that shit in rotation, catch a contact from this high (Fifty 'leven years after we done even smoked out this ride) Put that shit in rotation, catch a contact from this high (Talkin' fifty 'leven years after we done even smoked out this ride) uh If Amiri redid the American flag (what?) It still wouldn't swag (uh) Still feel like they holding that shit over our head (I do) Whenever it wag Okay, fuck out your feelings, and get you some bread (go get it) Goin' through Hell, meant hittin' my head Somehow, them knots manifested to knots in my pockets And knots on the bowtie pasta at Issima Bon appetit with my partners The people come greet me, my eyes on Konnichiwa Tribe on go and we keep Tiki 'round for any of the tweaky ones Young globetrotter, how the fuck y'all people know me out in Incheon? Ordained orchestrator runnin' with the bands Nigga, feel like Dr. Lee or somethin' Been a while, really been a while I just needed time just to s-s-s-slow it down (slow down) I been trying time for my m-m-mind In my mind, oh mama, oh my God (Godz) You don't know what it been like I was cheering for myself on the damn sidelines (go, Chris) Inside, always, inside And these peanut butter seats Ooh, you motherfuckin' right Say this shit in my falsetto, but, I'm speakin' truth God lowkey in the bravado, my body the booth Show me the way and be clear only way to see through We hardly scratching the surface, I'm positive Don't need a dermatologist, I got this stack on me Goin', fuck is we goin'? (Yeah) Baby, blindfold, and point Reach for the stars (yeah), but don't reach for my guys I'm facin' the facts, nigga, we black, so, we blackin' out (yeah) Like curtains for certain, I check my account (yeah) Buy my grand-daddy house, and passin' it down Say this shit in my falsetto, but, I'm speakin' truth God lowkey in the bravado, my body the booth Show me the way and be clear only way to see through We hardly scratching the surface, I'm positive Don't need a dermatologist, I got this stack on me Goin', fuck is we goin'? (Yeah) Baby, blindfold, and point Reach for the stars (yeah), but don't reach for my guys I'm facin' the facts, nigga, we black, so, we blackin' out (yeah) Like curtains for certain, I check my account (yeah) Buy my grand-daddy house, and passin' it down And one, one There's one thing about your performance That I've always been admirin' You engage with people You move them You direct them You know what I mean? (Yeah) They hear you and they move with you You know what I mean? You see what I mean? And, and, it's just like, this boy And, and excuse me for calling you "boy" (forever) You know, but, it's like Uh, uh he have He, he, he's got a aura about him that he can take people places Okay y'all, my lil' cousin gon' sing this next song (Have you ever, have you ever?) (Mmh-hmm) I get my food from the source My answers from the master Who guides my spirit I get my food from the source Answers from the master Who guides On my way I been on my way I been on my way, way (love) On my way (way there, I been on my way there) I been on my way (mhm) I been on my way