$unday - MALA BEADS lyrics
[$unday - MALA BEADS lyrics]
Back on the grass, look at the sky
I reflect on the past
My constellations say I'm generous
I make 'em laugh but I question myself
Bout to leave me in a stage of depression
Far from, nigga act so possessive
I got a young soul, need direction like Zoro
So if you see me in the streets
Please take me to the priest
Look, for now I'll take you to the beast
In the belly of the beast
But this pain cut deep
Ain't the type to run around on a leash
Oughta take me off the shelf
Then you gotta bring receipts
Repeat, all the fake shit, makeshift love
Save it for the birds cuz
My heart don't got insurance
Hiding my sins for the appearance
I ain't perfect my destiny printed
So we swimmin thru the current
Sorry if I closed doors, nigga, I'm bent up
A lot been on my mind, I been messed up
There's been a lot of trials on this quest
Love so I approach you with a
Smile but it ain't enough
You snooze, you lose
I approach for the early bird attitude
First nigga hit the avenue
Barely room to hit highs and lows
But lately
All the lows seem to outweigh the pros
Can't lie to myself
Might get Pinocchio nose gotta take Ls
That's just how the do-si do go
Assuming the post
Posted up like Marilyn Monroe
Look, I'm dropping a rose to the past guy
Poppin out the grave like Mamba
With his hands tied
Slice opposition, see the fire in my eyes?
Think I'm playin with you niggas
Got in disguise
So stop fuckin with my pride
I'm too nice of a guy
But you better not cross the line
Picture hell by inquisition
So a nigga did his time
Can't take anything for granted
Gotta cherish what is mine
I been sick of these hoes
Can't catch me fishin for no swine
I see the signs
If it don't help me climb, then kick rocks
Sit back, focus on myself, raise stock
Don't take me for shop
'less you tryna help the block
Word, unless you tryna help the block, shit
I reflect on the past
My constellations say I'm generous
I make 'em laugh but I question myself
Bout to leave me in a stage of depression
Far from, nigga act so possessive
I got a young soul, need direction like Zoro
So if you see me in the streets
Please take me to the priest
Look, for now I'll take you to the beast
In the belly of the beast
But this pain cut deep
Ain't the type to run around on a leash
Oughta take me off the shelf
Then you gotta bring receipts
Repeat, all the fake shit, makeshift love
Save it for the birds cuz
My heart don't got insurance
Hiding my sins for the appearance
I ain't perfect my destiny printed
So we swimmin thru the current
Sorry if I closed doors, nigga, I'm bent up
A lot been on my mind, I been messed up
There's been a lot of trials on this quest
Love so I approach you with a
Smile but it ain't enough
You snooze, you lose
I approach for the early bird attitude
First nigga hit the avenue
Barely room to hit highs and lows
But lately
All the lows seem to outweigh the pros
Can't lie to myself
Might get Pinocchio nose gotta take Ls
That's just how the do-si do go
Assuming the post
Posted up like Marilyn Monroe
Look, I'm dropping a rose to the past guy
Poppin out the grave like Mamba
With his hands tied
Slice opposition, see the fire in my eyes?
Think I'm playin with you niggas
Got in disguise
So stop fuckin with my pride
I'm too nice of a guy
But you better not cross the line
Picture hell by inquisition
So a nigga did his time
Can't take anything for granted
Gotta cherish what is mine
I been sick of these hoes
Can't catch me fishin for no swine
I see the signs
If it don't help me climb, then kick rocks
Sit back, focus on myself, raise stock
Don't take me for shop
'less you tryna help the block
Word, unless you tryna help the block, shit