Aquamarine

How dare I sit on top of the tools I'll build the house wit God on my body telling me to move accordingly In my hands are more keys than an accordion Keep recordin then Ima change my mothers coordinates A paper route I can't afford to miss God is good on Everyday So I'm fortunate Writing tunes Bleeding Blues into the audience Purple raining In the audio Maintain until its adios They don't Understand the move If you dont Feel it in a song Shit ima send it In a hue Cerulean vibes I'm In a really big mood Wasn't hiding in the shade Shit I was simmering the blues Cold cat Many hats No Dr. Seuss Say yo name again Not even Horton heard a who Guard me how Nigga Im Jordan at the hoop And I ain't got it at the hip But for my niggas ima shoot (Yea) And Tell Jermaine I got some Cole for the fire I been dreaming of the ville Since them villagers arrived The climb definit No deficits All highs I'm All in We all eatin It's All Rye GXLD Like Pablo Niggasso Catalog Picasso Yo these fossils The Flo a Milli If it's Beef I brought the Broth bro Zip yo coat Shit get colder than Chicago With the potholes If you know You know If you know You know Yeah Bich Cerulean