Abbey rd

So umm I be feeling like the beetles Smiling at the people Like yo, call me Izzy Lennon I'm finding that these clones borrowed my tones and I ain't lent it And they stealing flows, I'm on my toes Like I'm a gymnast While you preaching Lisa Simpson We riding down abbey road And abbey knows That she gon' have to have me stoned Or she can gladly go It's funny how the past she known and tried to pass me on Seen the money, tried to bag me yo that's crazy I told my niggas one day we gon' pick apart this basement Make it out and then rebrand it as a starving artist's haven So tell em that I'm ready for whatever kid I just hope I do survive Got a lot of homies that'll do or die But who gon' slide When woes hit like funeral homes and I'm in a suit and tie Wary of this road that I done chose this ain't I-95 I told her 'baby I'm the juice, there ain't a cooler guy' Now she wanna hang and I'm tryin' to let her just like U and I Take it slow I'm still barefoot I walk this road I scribble this page when my heart gets low We growing, I suppose Really nobody knows I find home when the lights dim low I wonder when I write will this plight get gone Grab a pen and take it, slow I'm still barefoot I walk this road Will I be okay when they mark my soul Watch the way you walk it Wait here comes the sun across the way, I see it often Don't forget to meditate today And count the coffins And your blessings if you getting some Me I got it auto-locked, protected, stashed away and hidden deep within my person When it's comes to positivity Damn, that was a mouth full, hope y'all feeling me You can catch me lounging on a lemon tree Tryin' to be how Lennon be I ain't even found my Yoko, I'm still craving synergy The sweetest secrets rest on your chest, I'm tryin' to get into thee Tune into the mystic Soon enough you'll listen I had to bloom, I had to use the sun and moon as prisms My niggas seeing prisons I'mma have to do just what I do to beat this system Bitches that be with him ask him where he got the wisdom I found it but I pass it out Y'all really need to cash me out We out to get the platinum now We riding down abbey road And abbey knows That daddio gon' grab and go She on the patio In her robe and slippers Got the sticky rolled Snap a picture tho Is this for really goals You know you fucking with mister Izzy Glo