Composition Book

Yeah, yeah C-Mor Got that fire for you, got that fire for you Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Uh Yo My grandparents in they late 80's Praying father time a wee bit delayed and We born once, but twice again babies Don't need blue flame, shit I'll leave that to hades F*ck ya rubric, you can't even grade me You know I go nuts on the track as a praline Bon voyage, man this ship is for sailing Chillin' with my girl and we chattin' mental health and Sippin' from a chalice, rum or maybe Welch's Pacifists, but my crew turn to soldiers, the coldest Destiny's Child would be on us Out in Colorado playing soccer with the boulders, or I'm out in Norcross making Torta Loca orders Power to the pen and the composition book Self-awareness leaves any opposition shook, yo Uh C-Mor, listen Yo Power to the pen and the composition book Self-awareness leaves any opposition shook No edits, this is straight PDF Keeping it simple simply ain't the easiest The brain likes to race, cognitions leave a trace Believing every thought, ain't always the case Some shits are delusions, Confucius confusion Reframe ideas to a positive truth and Healing trauma in the park and the booth, and Hip-hop saved my life Lupe Fiasco 'Member watching VCR, such a little rascal Yeah I graduated, procrastinate for tassels Yeah I graduated, procrastinate for tassels I'll be Dr. Morgan helping mental hassles Till then, get me a blunt and a piano man Sending shots, chords and scales is my ammo man Yeah Shoutout to Spaghetti Junction, exit 96, 95, 99 It's a beautiful place North Atlanta is