interlude

Hard headed, my M.O. Butterfingers, I never caught the memo I haven’t even met all the lives I live for The passion allows me to develop kinfolk The moment y’all allow me to grace the earlobe Just ponderin the reason what I’m really here for I can’t eem lie I’m liable to explode God throwin’ all types of lobs, uh That’s when I’d close my eyes, uh The purpose of the work is outside, uh I’m fried yaw, I apologize uh The times I should murder my pride Turn the other cheek, polish the blind eye Ask around I’d rather get on my grind God got a plan fa me, bruh laughin’ at mine (It look like Tae need) Help I can’t help but feel like I’m not in control As the ground is moving underneath my toes Is it good or is it bad, who really knows? Help Got these angels ‘round me they protect my soul Got these haters tryna break into the fold This greatness, I been breaking out the mold Greatness