FFT (food for thought)

Oh i feel grateful to be on this track It's a blessing Sw33t 16'z I'm Cutting Crews how I'm Dieing in her arms In the booth and I'm aiming for the stars Talking truth then i spit it through these bars I'm high up on a roof you can see me from afar In a daze off the haze it's a foot race Between her and Mary J gota age the pace I rather sit back chill out you know meditate She wanna style out go out wyle out Hold her weight She my honey dip we been on a couple dates I'm stuck between the two What's a ch33ch to do She wishing on cloud nine My thought is that the beefing through She steady dreaming I'm already steaming Wake her up in thirty minutes and we do it like it's Nike season She much more but with no vision Don't see it I'm all in like i bought it Should of leased it The thoughts are slow but the words are felt every season Don't understand but you know it's coming Forget a reason Laughing to myself it's called cuffing season Summer just ended aka bluffing season I hear you Inf cause them leaves is still fuqqing bleeding It's much more than you Much more than me Much more than music Much more than days Much more to do it Much more to lose it You wanna be the man It's gon take much more to do it I don't rap i make my music fluent I'm kooler than a breeze on a Bahama humid Fighter to the end because my momma do it I spark it to the end because the bud is grooving From the top to the bottom is how i aut to school it What's luv i shot Cupid I'm that stupid I spit roofless I spit toothless but are you listening