SMH Songtext
Yeah
It's the M-A-Y-O-R
Ya dig
Like i'm really him like nah for real
Man, look
Tug at the rope got thrown for loops and my balance
Stuck in Anthropocene with mood as a standard
And movement i'm granted
Unless you snooping for a human zoot alluding transplanting
It's the M-A-Y-O-R
Ya dig
Like i'm really him like nah for real
Man, look
Tug at the rope got thrown for loops and my balance
Stuck in Anthropocene with mood as a standard
And movement i'm granted
Unless you snooping for a human zoot alluding transplanting
And tune your cruiser to the tune of mass panic, these days
Maroon reclusion my greatest hope
As youth we heard yall cue meant thought the stupid was great in control of truth
But i'm taking both what's crazy of the swinging stroke
I'm baby Ruth more bases stole i'm taking to
Pray my grannies prayed enough to gain me proof of entry
Niggas is working from the earth right now
And mans to manses taking toll on transit chances
Paved with gold the same we stole for hand to hand
The blame flood over our heads
We cradle claims and drones from our beds
The same as soldier, same we sober
Same leaf overturned get cranky rolled and burned
Outrage with frozen though his case not cold we can't keep over-churning
Throat is burning bile is wiser
And more concerning proselytizing
Close the circle
Knowing to incur [?] modernizing
My memory fucked up as kids we was getting fucked up
Was blessed the city made it's space that graciousness got [?] Somewhere along the way we traded honor for a longer stay
I let the cards fall where they make calls [?]
Age and the growth feel like time pass along
Gainst opponents turn away from the smoke
I flash irascible but know I had to change my approach
Maroon reclusion my greatest hope
As youth we heard yall cue meant thought the stupid was great in control of truth
But i'm taking both what's crazy of the swinging stroke
I'm baby Ruth more bases stole i'm taking to
Pray my grannies prayed enough to gain me proof of entry
Niggas is working from the earth right now
And mans to manses taking toll on transit chances
Paved with gold the same we stole for hand to hand
The blame flood over our heads
We cradle claims and drones from our beds
The same as soldier, same we sober
Same leaf overturned get cranky rolled and burned
Outrage with frozen though his case not cold we can't keep over-churning
Throat is burning bile is wiser
And more concerning proselytizing
Close the circle
Knowing to incur [?] modernizing
My memory fucked up as kids we was getting fucked up
Was blessed the city made it's space that graciousness got [?] Somewhere along the way we traded honor for a longer stay
I let the cards fall where they make calls [?]
Age and the growth feel like time pass along
Gainst opponents turn away from the smoke
I flash irascible but know I had to change my approach
