Blossom (feat. Moelete)

It's been too many to count at night I feel that pain Stare at the man in the mirror like who the f*ck else is to blame Call me Mr. Fantastic way I learned to stretch that change Ma put too much work in I can't go out like no lame (Yea) It's been way too many to count at night I feel that pain Stare at the man in the mirror like who the f*ck else is to blame Call me Mr. Fantastic way I learned to stretch that change Ma put too much work in I can't go out like no lame (Like no lame) (Yea, Yea) I love my momma to death But I wanna live for her Decisions is fatal I'm tryna pick up on the lessons no fable no Tom Sawyer Do I want the white picket fence Americana at a glimpse (Huh) Hitchcock the suspense Got a youngin feeling tense (Huh) Call it reverse psychology Such an oddity Such an anomaly Every part of me (Huh) How do I kill who I am just to be who I wanna be Am I a wanna be Is Quon quantity, quality Hide behind comedy (Huh) Can't make a decision 24 years of probably Possibly more Procrastinating don turned all my chores Into a series of revolving doors Sires serenade at the end of the shore So damn assure Ing Silencing calls as the phone rings Focus today for tomorrow brings A whole new problem Hate that I've fallen like autumn But on the bright side it leaves me no choice but to blossom (Yea) But to blossom (Yea, Yea) But to blossom (Yea, Yea) But to blossom But to blossom (Yea) Put main bitch in wagon yea Smoke good green big cabbage yea Got some young niggas in the kitchen When they whipping they make magic yea Threw a 5 piece in magic (uh) Threw a 5 piece in magic (uh) These lil niggas don't want static (uh) Purple yellow diamonds like magic (uh) Tryna fit a 100 in a mattress Big ole booty look plastic (uh) 50 rounds tucked in my ratchet (uh) Hawk a nigga down in traffic (uh) Lights cameras give em that action Turkey bag all my plastic (uh) Came in real quick Drop that real shit I'm tryna give you a classic It's been too many to count at night I feel that pain Stare at the man in the mirror like who the f*ck else is to blame Call me Mr. Fantastic way I learned to stretch that change Ma put too much work in I can't go out like no lame (Yea) It's been way too many to count at night I feel that pain Stare at the man in the mirror like who the f*ck else is to blame Call me Mr. Fantastic way I learned to stretch that change Ma put too much work in I can't go out like no lame (Like no lame) (Yea, Yea)